Happiness
Is
In the little things

Home alone
Singing and rambling

A good book
Or a song I love
Watching my favorite movies and shows
Again and again

A pretty bug
A cute animal
A sweet kid

Being with my friends
Doesn’t matter where we are

Lying in bed
In Dreamstate
Enjoying the strange creations of my subconscious mind

A good daydream
That feels like it’s wrapping me in an embrace
Or at least one that’s exciting
One that ***** me in for hours
And I forget the meaning of reality

Writing poems
Or essays (ones that are actually interesting, anyway)
Or when I finally get motivation to work on my novel
And 15 minutes turns into 80

That very first time
I can sing a complicated song
Or when I hit a high note right
And I feel invincible

Walking in the woods
Or the park
And feeling like I’m a part of something beautiful

Happiness is wherever I can exist freely