"I should write lighter things hey", I giggle nervously.
"No. Just write what you feel", She shrugs
"And what I see", I grin like an idiot
"But yea, what you feel like writing", she looks at me.
"Oooh I should write a happy poem!" I squeak and jump profoundly
"I could never", She laughs
"Why not? I find them hard to write" I furrow my eyebrows
"Le Nna felt jalo ( same here)", she shrugs
"We should try though", I press
"I'm never truly happy", she laughs
" You know the one emotion we all understand wholeheartedly is pain? It will always be pain because it's the absence of one of the most feared emotions in the entire world and that's happiness. We don't understand being happy and that scares us yet we so want to feel it, to the extent we draw it and try to write it. But there's always a flaw in that, most of the art that is filled with so much happiness contains a hidden image of unexpicable pain.", I tell her softly.
"You're weird", she laughs
"Hey!" I scold her
"Why can't we just be happy though", she sighs
"I don't know", I say just barely above a whisper.