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.
They say that in the final 30 seconds of your life, you see either the best moments, or the entire thing flash before your eyes. I couldn't really differentiate between the two; Thirty. One of the most memorable performances of my life, the day you caught my eye from amongst the crowd. Twenty-seven. That day my friends and I hung out at the pool and laughed so much that I nearly died. Twenty-three. When we were at your place and I cut and colored my hair, all in your bathroom sink. Fifteen. All of us, sleep deprives, but lazily singing and dancing on the pavement nonetheless because school was out. Eleven. My hands hold yours. Your lips hold mine. Six. The final sunset I'd ever witness. Three. Your eyes. Zero.
a warm hand gripped mine and pulled me over the surface
more water streaks were on my cheeks
as the goddess pulled me in for a hug
the warm fragrance of animal crackers enfolded me
friendship and smiles in one long embrace
and i wondered why i thought i was alone in the first place
i wrote this about my best friend, but this was after i stopped having romantic feelings for her. this was about our friendship, and how pure it was. i love her so much, she is my sister, my best friend.