Saturday, February 11, 2012

Brain Drain 2/11

I think I don't write when I'm happy because it never needs an explanation, it never needs words or pictures to justify it or normalize the pain.

Instead its just a feeling -- always different, but sometimes like the sun is shining right down on me, asking me to smile and dance with it -- and there's no words for that, or at least none that could be taken seriously.

Why is it that we look down on things that are cheesy or sweet? What's so wrong with happiness, anyway?


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