He left. I’m not ready to cheer myself up again; to bring all the bright phrases to the point of being so intense and real inside my flesh, I prefer to commit to writing deadly, like there’s nothing more interesting than stamping your departed soul with all the Poets’ nihilism.
How I know you are my best friend: Everytime something good happens I want you to know I enjoy your company I genuinely love you When I go somewhere I wish you were there with me I have an unlimited amount of respect for you and you respect me back You want to help me and make sure I'm okay and I want to do the same for you You actually care. My mom loves you You want to talk about our lives and hardships and don't care if I vent Thank you for being my best friend. For being you.
What is happiness for you? Is it seeing the sun shine in the sky or smelling the scent of a loved one? Or is it neither? Most people live each day wishing that they would be happy, or happier. Is happiness a feeling or a choice? Or is it the right combination of both? Do you become happy when you choose to or when you naturally feel it? Or do happiness choose you? No one knows. Because the answer is felt and unspoken.
It is the pint of ice cream after a tooth-pulling, Numbing the senses with sweet satisfaction
The glass of Nebbiolo after a stressful week, Nectar for the ones who sleep with open eyes
The wet, slobbery kiss of a dog after a long day, Wiping the **** and frown off the aging face
And the hug that makes you smile and cry, All at the same time...
Laughter is like a warm embrace, A tormented spirit finally liberated From the ashen prisons of the soul It emerges from the shadows, Traveling through the catacombs Of the heart flooded with tragedy And into the light, opening its arms To you and everyone around you Welcome it into your home Because God knows
Laughter resurrects temples.
I had such a good laugh today. I swear, it almost took away all the tension I've been feeling the past few days. I haven't laughed like that in a long time.