Is in the inner scent of flowers
when everything else stinks
it's when you get confused
why ice cream tastes so sweet
Is when everything turns to neon
even the colors black and white
clouds with colors of the rainbow
and beneath are glittering stars.
Real happiness lies deep in the bitterness of life
it's with the little things that leave you breathless
it's with the simple things that make you cry.
The left of your right
the downside above
the sound of your laughter when you wanted to shout
the smile that you give with the tears that you hide
the things that make you blind
It's the path that you choose
when everybody else turn their back.
Happiness is freedom
to be yourself when you're not
to speak not
to ask not
to tolerate the pain that hurts so much.
Happiness is giving yourself some peace of mind
in the middle of a fight
in the middle of a war
where your enemy is your own desire.
