Today was a good day,
not by your standards, nay.
I did not lay on my bed
waiting for its end.
I cooked and cleaned
Laughed and danced
Almost like I was high
and glad to be alive.

It’s night now,
the euphoria is wearing off
I’m coming back to reality.

It’s gone now,
the bundle of energy
Gone on to possess someone else
Fool them into thinking all’s well.

Maybe it wasn’t really happiness
And all it ever was
was mania.

Sudden sparks of light that hit the face right there,
When the eyes are closed and the vehicle is moving somewhere
That is drenched with golden caress of sun, totally bare.

I crave inventing a name for this event, completely pure,
The brain is an association machine, for sure.
"Suddenlight" my mind whispers, no need to feel unsure.

A definition as warm as our scene in my mind that i placed in a golden frame:
Flamecolored we were, in the end we both came,
Certainly, it was a mutual game...