| inner thoughts and feelings |

ix. poetry

you asked me awhile ago:
"what comes to mind when you think of the word 'happy'?"
and i don't recall what i told you then,
but it was likely along the lines of:
"happiness doesn't exist."

yet,

if you were to ask me that same question again
without hesitation or wasting a moments breath,
i'd smile and whisper one word:
"you."