a Ha, a Ha Ha, a Ha Ha Ha

When laughter abandons, what is left is a void. A vacuum. An empty hole. That’s when when one tries to fill the vacuum with the syllable, ha. But the laughter attains a sinister sound. It echoes within the boundaries of the vacuum and the syllables  crash against each other emanating a noise that could haunt the graveyards themselves. A smile takes on the role of a mask that betrays every emotion. Happiness and sadness merge into one and becomes a collective non-entity. A craving for both happiness and sadness arises. This contradiction takes away the spirit. What remains of one is the vacuum with a few syllables left in it.