you asked me one day
(it was a winter day)
a day where the air was crisp and chilly
the sort of crisp and chilly that prickled your skin,
and your bones.
and i said that when i truly had nothing to worry about
(when i truly couldn't think of any qualms)
then i was truly happy.
but i remember your question
and i've been thinking about it for months (and
months) and even though
you're gone now and i don't know when
i'll see you again (and
i doubt you even remember asking me
on that cold winter day) i'll tell you
that i changed my mind.
i'll tell you what makes me truly happy.
because even when nothing is
wrong it doesn't mean i'm happy
(it doesn't mean everything is right).
that's why
i changed my mind.
i am happy when i cry tears of sadness
and i am happy when i cry tears of joy
i am happy when i feel rage at my past
and sadness because i won't see you