Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts...

Nothing’s coming to me, especially since my palm was just burned by an idiot. Now how do you write about happiness if each press on the keyboard sharpens the sting on your fingertips?

Maybe that’s what makes happiness so hard to recreate. It’s the feeling that makes your eyes wrinkle when you smile, ignore the irritating noise that won’t let you concentrate or the sensations from my throbbing fingers. Happiness is effortless.

It’s the feeling which wipes away almost everything else. A peace that wraps you as good as a condom from those convenient stores. So great that you always worry if it will go away. So fragile because of its rarity yet so sturdy in that solitary moment before it rips and leaks away slowly. Bliss. Though momentarily, in the end we will only just remember how it feels.

-Stephen Narciso. Im pretty sure I asked THEM to add this earlier. :D