happy

Sometimes, 

just sometimes I catch myself in a glimpse of a moment of happiness. In those little moments I feel so happy and so overflowed that I choke on it. For a second, I can’t catch my breath. I also can’t help but smile because this is what my body needs. 

Sometimes it’s a girl walk on a sunny Wednesday. 

Sometimes it’s the ricotta-pear ice cream.

Sometimes it’s the face of your loved ones. 

Sometimes it’s the way the morning sun is shining on your coffee.

Sometimes it's them holding hands.

Those very moments make me feel so incredibly alive. I like being alive, but I guess sometimes we forget, we forget what it feels like. We forget the feeling of sun burning our skin in summer and the goosebumps that come with every breeze of fresh, cooling air.

Sometimes when I catch myself in this, I want to stand in the middle of the street or whatever I stand and just stay in this, for some time. I want this feeling of guts being squeezed to wash me from head to toes. I want to imprint it on my whole skin just to remember it forever. It’s like a picture of video you take on trips so you can remember what it was like, but it’s even better. 

The delicious thing about it is, whenever I try to refeel those moment, to remember, it always feels better. It always feels more magical in my head than it probably was. 

And so, I get high on the bliss of that very moment. 

Thank you for reading, 

I wish you happy moments like this.