Happy for no fucking reason.
Or because I let my body move as it wants.
Or because Saturn is off my back–for now.
Or because I meditated.
Or because life is beautiful.
Or because there is chocolate in my mouth,
tea & water at my side.
Or because grace.
The happiness will pass.
She’s fun though, like a flirty friend, a
hummingbird on the move.
The joy is something deeper.
The contentment—the bedrock.
Happiness has a way of
shooting up from the cracks
like a brilliant geyser
eager to announce itself,
a bedazzled teen who simply 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵
be the first to shout
𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌! at her best friend’s party.
Usually, she returns to the earth
just as quickly as she came.
An offspring of an alchemy.
Only the good die young.
Nothing personal.
The joy is something deeper.
The contentment—the bedrock.
Happy for no fucking reason.
Or because I cried the other day.
Or because I'm being totally honest with myself.
Or because I haven’t looked the other way.
Or because I'm working with my dreams.
Or because this flatbread is so damn good,
and the sun is out, and I am alive.
The joy is something deeper.
The contentment—the bedrock.
HapPy
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