Waking up after a sleep of no tossing and turning in bed, no thoughts and no nightmares and smiling at myself who in this mirror looks so whole and is not tired feels good. Being told that this smile I just smiled, looks beautiful, feels so good. Smiling that smile at a wonderful piece of art the meaning of which I understand only after looking into it for a piece of eternity feels so good. Then with the name of that art piece that tattooed its glorius existence onto my fragile heart, I go around wearing it on the borders of my body to hand it over with a smile to anyone who would enter my boundries with a dove on their shoulder for that kind of sharing feels so good too. Finding a friend in the soul of this person I handed my heart to and smiling when they do feels too good. The smiles turning into giggles, into laughter and then back into smiles with teary eyes and the feeling of fullness in an empty stomach just because I was sitting beside this friend feels too too too good too. Smiles feel like good.
