Happiness is the sunrise shining directly in your eyes, enough to expose a light that warms your face but not so misplaced as to burn your skin. Happiness is in every bite of a creamy cake, every bitter mistake erased and a poem that solemnly says "maybe happiness is different- for everyone". But does happiness exist? Ask yourself what you may, I know to this day, I still smile at the sight of her photo; I still feel hollow when I remember heart wrenching moments, and at this point I'm an open book to people who see me. Life is filled with bitter-sweet moments, a smile and a hurt, a flower and a dirt, a magical kiss and a curse. So happiness to me, is in the eyes of everyone I've ever held, the melding mesh that envelops the heart, not to feel frail, not to feel stale, but to remind ourselves that "we are living- because we are smiling".
Happiness is the sweet moments of the bitter-sweet mix, the little kisses on sunny days and the little things that remind us that through all the trouble, **WE ARE LIVING.
Poem response to Summer's poem happiness. She writes beautifully.