I thought about happiness. She's happy when she writes, she's happy to discuss. He's happy when he takes photographs, he's happy in the garden, he's happy with earphones on. He's happy about things I don't understand. To be happy is complex, being happy is simple.
I'm happy walking down the streets with him, wherever, whenever, under whatever weather. I'm happy when I write, I'm happy after I've written. I'm happy capturing what I see through the lenses of my digital cam, with good music anywhere, playing sounds which comes from the cloud of nowhere through my fingers, baking chocolate cake, bending wires into shapes until my hands hurt. I'm happy when I love, I'm happy being loved.
I'm happy with a book. I'm happy having coffee. I'm happy to wait and watch, to express the essence of what I am, or simply to feel.
Posted by sniffles at April 11, 2002 02:13 PM