Giving up
Singing
nestled on the cliff side
grass meets **** like the hand's slap I never got
but always wanted
Sitting
wakeful for the sunset
To never rest is to. . .

Birds' wings call me, gulls' calls ease me
There's beer in the city, there's beauty in the city, there's company in the city

The first three things on a stretching list of happiness
found here as well