happiness?

Happiness is the feeling of summer

and sunshine on my face

it reminds me of fresh-cut grass or sand in clean sheets

but it is also the feeling of grief

and loss

something beyond sunrises and sunsets,

more like flickering stars.

i love the feeling.

the feeling, made up or real,

of his hand in mine.

Happiness is imagining people feeling a connection

to me, my poems, my life, my words.

i imagine them feeling like someone finally understands them.

all the things i work so hard for,

are also the things i cry over.

happiness is the last day of school before break,

saying we will miss everyone,

when we will see them next week.

its the small texts,

things that are useless but amazing.

Happiness is

so much more that we give it credit for

and i wonder what happiness feels like for you

so i think that Happiness,

is all of our thoughts and memories combined

i think it is every emotion clouded together, 

and i think that Happiness is also no more than a made-up sensation.