Self Critical

"Happiness fills us the moment we are experiencing it,
but why does it feel so fleeting? Isn't it unusual?
I guess the answer to those questions would require some inflection on your part.
Perhaps it isn't even a question you ask yourself.
In any case, I haven't been able to answer it but I do entertain the thought often.
How does one neatly unfold their own life?
Something that exists only in a cloud of memories that bleed into one another.
Dark purple dreams of stars and sparks..."