Hidden Behind My Back

The lazy works of a daydreaming teen.

We stumbled from section to brightly lit section, fake living rooms and kitchens, happy with the silence, broken up with the occasional quick witted badly timed joke. It was funny and only we knew why. It must have looked as though we were sharing some great secret, no, we were just happy. in a way that we never noticed. A happiness that buried itself deep inside our skin, under all the layers of life; waiting for us to remember it. And smile.