The secret of happiness

I still feel safe

Whenever I build things in my view of the unknown

And I responded to the voice of curiosity inside me

I lifted the house clock

To search behind it for the secret of the warmth that fills the wall

And I removed the plastic cover

of the family album

To trace the beginning

of the prominent green branch around each picture

Whenever I invaded the private life of the drawers

Their keys fell in the summer of 98

Like any dialogue built on the edges of the table

And I played with the soap with my nails

And it ran down my hand

Or when it hit my pillow

To put it under my arm when I sleep

I thought about the tragedy of the crochet doll

Which weighs a quarter of a smile a day to passersby

And I looked at the bottom of the cup

To search for the missing half of my face

And I broke my favorite toy to realize the source of its sound

And I searched in my mother's bag to search for the secret of happiness