sometimes
when i look at myself in the mirror
the world becomes quiet
i look at my features
tug at my pores and lick my teeth
furrow my brows and scrunch my nose
and then i stop
everything stops
i close my eyes and press a hand against my chest
in the rawest form
i am alive
im breathing and crying and wishing for better days
id like to think weve all been happy atleast once in our life
not the kind of happy that makes you smile at a funny scene
or even the kind of happy that you feel after kissing someone you love
im talking about the kind of happy where the world seems to be on your side
and the days seems brighter and flowers smell better and everything carries a form of beauty that no one can fully understand
but when you acknowledge it
its so beautiful
