Pure Happiness

a poem about what makes me happy

My baby told me; "write about what makes you happy"

And so I will.

I press my fingers on the keys as I try to imagine about what happiness means to me, but I can't think of anything that would serve as useful to what other people think.

My philology is very different as to what other people might say.

I say happiness is more of a feeling than anything else.

Things do not make me happy.

Material objects do not make me happy.

I can make myself happy, just as anyone else can.

But along the ideas of material objects and the effect they have on my body,

I say that reading makes me happy;

pencil

and

paper

and 

books

and

the

turning

of

pages.

I say that as far as "people" go to make me happy, the thetan of my boyfriend seems to become a pure ball of happiness when I view him in my eyes and smile;

the way

he laughs

and how

he smiles

at me.

I don't know myself as well as I used to and so I can't really say what makes me happy in all honesty.

But I know that you don't have to know

what

makes

you

happy.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Rene Velez]

Happiness is intangible. Happiness means different things to different people. Some more enlightened than others. In time, we are just a blink of an eye. But before the eye lid falls there is light, that light is what we should bask in, no matter how short. I like your vision of it. A lot of power in your words. Thanks for sharing.

[kitty]

Happines is one of the most exhilirating feeling anyone can have - even a gamboling lamb shows happines - in his actions. Happiness reflects the joy of being alive. A fetching piece. thank you for sharing and showing that life can be beautiful!