When my heart is full It feels overwhelming But cozy At the same time.
It strikes suddenly. As irrational laugher that causes fat droplets to squeeze out of your eyes, Or appreciation for relationships Probably pushed to the forefront of your mind Through the slight tipsy haze of alcohol.
And I try to grasp that feeling Try to clench my own heart, bursting, in my fist. And when it inevitably takes flight, I realise I do not mind at all.
A first on the more positive side of things. Although writing darker emotions comes more easily to me, I do like to intentionally write happier pieces in order to not lose perspective.