Restless

Im taking cover at home. All serenity surprisingly reaches here, where you least expect it.
Im doing nothing at home, just recollecting myself. Trying to figure out what am I suppose to be ready of as time passes by. This is not a form of being happy, just a form of being empty. Just a time to think of nothing. Happiness sometimes will get back at you somehow. Sadness will turn itself around, converting itself to all the positive energy. But somehow, it comes back to you, and hit you back straight at the face. Getting ready when you least expect a phenomenon to occur. A man has been let down by many setbacks that slyly disguise themselves as happy moments that you look forward to. It's just crazy. Just try to think carefully, and understand what's the point im trying to put across. Luv.