happiness feels like a floating flitting butterfly. it's willing to flit around, come near to you. once in awhile, when you most unexpect it, it'll perch on your skin for a short precious fragile moment. and then something will break the silence, and it will flit off again. leaving you empty. but try catching it, and yes you'll have that happiness in your hands. but hold it long enough and it'll wither and die. die from the lack of freedom.

i wonder if i see happiness as that, or the bunch of you that are so transient, and while not necessary in life, brought that spurts of happiness once in awhile. hmms