Sitting, getting lost in the music
from the radio
, in front of the computer. One of the best sensations in the world. Peaceful and elating. Very still yet I can feel the energy coursing through my veins, hear my heart beat
faintly in my inner ear.
The taste of a halfway-gone orange Cream Saver
is in my mouth, smooth and sweet, tangy. And I'm happy. The house is a mess and it's going to storm
outside and I'm happy. I won't get to see my object of affection for nearly two weeks, but I'm happy. I have a psychiatrist
appointment in a couple hours, and then later I will be killing my muscles doing Shotokan Karate
for two hours, yet I'm happy.
I reflect. How fickle an emotion
is happiness. And I'm happy.