Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

i want to write about happiness.
i want to write about how i grab my phone and run to the window at even the slightest glimpse of a potentially beautiful sunset.
i want to write about how i feel when i look around my room and see familiar faces, smiling and laughing at stupid jokes.
i want to write about how i feel when i read a poem i haven’t read before, how it makes me want to instantly grab a pen and write.
i want to write about how i feel when i take the first sip of my morning coffee, how by the end of it everything starts making a lot more sense.
i want to write about how i feel when the light breeze makes my hair blow in the wind.
i want to write about how i feel when my friends and i are standing in the school hallway, laughing at nothing.
i want to write about how i feel when i see flowers growing between concrete cracks, how they seem to belong there even if they don’t.
i want to write about how i feel when someone calls me beautiful.
i want to write about how i feel when i look at myself in the mirror and feel beautiful.
i want to write about how it feels to be loved.
i want to write about happiness.