Twoché

Happiness is not

a "Warm body and a cold heart" combo.

Lukewarm won't do either.

I'd so much sooner be alone.

No, joy is the Fire of love, all-consuming.

And gratitude is having finally found it truly.

It renders all that came before non-existent.

Look past the surface of a smile to the intent.

Life is in some

But some just in it.

Masks always fall eventually

To front and feign "happy" is a fool's folly.

There is beauty in the real and raw.

And what I see changed all I saw.

After breaking in winter

I've grown wings this summer.

With a bird's eye view I'm all the wiser

And for it, living better.