So this is the first entry of Homonyms.
I can't lie and say I'm not excited about it. Because me and Sara have been talking about doing a project like this on and off for six whole years. But because of being lazy heads....we are six years too late.
Well, 'No time like the present', as they say.
Okay! I'll stop with my babbling and continue on with the topic at hand, now....
What Makes Me Happy??
Ahh happiness!! that weird little feeling you feel inside your chest and stomach whenever you come across something that makes you smile.
It comes in so many dozes, so many forms, and humans, being unique, express it in their own unique ways.
You see some people crying in happiness, some people squealing, screaming, smiling, laughing, getting shy— there’s just so many emotions that tie this one big thing together its— wondrous; mesmerising and mistifying.
Like all other humans in the world, even I have things that makes me happy. I may be a little bored with life, but I'm certainly not a cold-hearted-son-of-a-bitch who despise anything that breathes!
So yea, happiness...I've felt that.
And my happiness, comes in packets of small, simple things.
My happiness comes in pages of old worn-out story books. The yellow faded pages that not only hold stories but also memories from generations I've never known...now that's what makes me happy.
My happiness, comes in poetry I find myself relating to. I love it when someone understands me, and it's refreshing, to see lines written by someone else that resembles myself, making me feel just a little less lonely in this vast world.
My happiness comes in the thick fog of winter and heavy heavy rain. The mystery, the quietness of rain and winter, I thrive in the emptiness it brings.
Happiness creeps into me everytime I buy a copy of Oscar Wilde novels, even though I have all of them in multiples on my desk. It rushes over me whenever I drink coffee in rain, or just, walk alone on an empty road with my headphones on. It comes to me when I play my guitar or flute, when I express myself on paper, when I see a cat meowing at me, or a dog that wants to get petted.
I'm not generally a kind person, though it does make me happy to be kind with animals and children.
But mostly, happiness comes to me when I stay in solitude.
I've never been a people's person. I hate small talks and words said without deeper meanings. I hate wasting time on people who are like a blank page. So solitude, that's my lovely mistress.
Because it's in solitude where I find myself. And it's in solitude where I am genuinely, the happiest...
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