The music is perfect
The air smells of synthetic raspberries
Could life be more sublime?

What are the sources of my happiness?
The things that genuinely provide me happiness are merely the necessities for all humanity
And the items consisting of my individual interests are the fringe to what makes me happy essentially

Nowadays I can find fondness in bad memories
I can find something spectacular in anything
Is this proclivity a blessing or a curse
Only the times I use it will tell.