Happiness

The papers scattered around my feet,
tell the story,
with the characters you won’t ever meet.
The window is open,
and the wind billows the curtains,
like a pirate ship’s sail.
I wish I could sail away,
right out the window and into a different world.
But no,
the best I can do is stand on these papers,
and smell the salty air.
Picturing another place,
where I could finally be
happy.