happiness i don't believe in perfection like when a dancer seems to be suspended in the air or when you feel like you're sinking into a cloud right before you close your eyes to sleep or when the room seems lit up because everyones been laughing and the buzz is still tingling in their sore cheeks or when the sun comes up and the air is wet and you're convinced today is going to be wonderful i think ms woolfe was right. these arent the beginnings of happiness. |