melted

i'm the quiet kind of happy

i thought (when i was just two weeks younger than today)
that there was only one kind of happy,
the bright kind of happy,
the kind that jumps and shouts for joy with confetti and glee.
the bright kind of happy,
the kind that everyone perceives as happy,
but there is so much more to it.
the bright kind of happy
is so much mellower than
the aggressive kind of happy,
the kind that makes you uneasy to the point where you wonder why you're not happy enough.
the aggressive kind of happy
is so much heavier than
the deliberate kind of happy,
the kind that you gather when you're not feeling happy but you want to display yourself as if you were.
the deliberate kind of happy
is so much lighter than
the melancholy kind of happy,
the kind that you have when bad things happen but there is still good to shine through it all.
the melancholy kind of happy
is so much sadder than
the bright kind of happy,
and so on and so forth,
to the stars and throughout the galaxies,
with infinite possibilities plus some.
today, i'm the quiet kind of happy,
the kind that beams warm sunshine even when the sky seems a bit too cloudy for light.
today, i'm the quiet kind of happy,
the kind that you don't need to see to recognize.
today, i'm the quiet kind of happy.
that's okay.