I have a belly full of happiness
It stretches from side to side with joy
once in awhile I just let it out
A laughter that shakes mountains
a song that makes gods weep motherly
a melody that newborns hum
it seems like there’s no end to it
you splash your face over and over
and there’s still some left
to dress your skin in a new scent
to break the stone in your heart
to spill new rivers out of your breast
just enough to twirl galaxies
in another mad dance of love
Ryszard Kapuściński
I can’t fix this
you know?
On days I know it
I’m happy like a flower serenaded by a bee
On days I don’t
I’m a starving demon searching for a body to consume.
Henry James from the novel Roderick Hudson
So true for me
These days, I feel joy swinging in luscious and scintillating drips
It runs and runs, pauses and then drops on me out of nowhere
I know when it happens because I can feel the sky inside me
I can hear the flutter of wings, the songs of children, and the sway of planets.
The stars join in a chorus of flashing lights
the flowers open up their lips and release their perfumes
the fish flutter out of water and in the air
trying to catch a scent, a sight, a sigh of joy.
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Arthur Schopenhauer (via thus-spoke-mia)
some of us because of what they went through early in their lives, have stopped having such expectations.
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Have you ever reached out to sadness?
Have you ever walked up to sadness and asked to become besties?
I have.
I have her number on speed dial
every single time I see a bump on the road coming up
I’m the first one to call and ask her to come hang out with me for awhile
the only issue is I don’t know when to tell her no
She comes in my place, fucks me up well and good and then sits around like she owns the place and me.
Because she does.
I can’t let no one else in when she’s around
I disconnect the phone and put shades all over my windows
No one in and no one out.
Just me and her.
The world could go into flames for all I care.
I will be way too deep in her to see anything other than
just me and her.
Then one day out of the blue, (like always)
I met her sister: Happiness
Boys and girls, when I tell you that she was FINE,
I mean she was so FINE that girls wanted to lose their virginity to her
and boys would sell their mother for her
But not only was she FINE, she could rock your world just by a kiss
Weird how we never did anything beyond that
I mean, she would come around and we would just chill,
our arms interlaced and a stupid smile on our faces
I would see her sister knock on the windows and ask me
to come out and play
but I will shake my head to say no
It was nothing personal, but I liked your sister more than you.
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