(part two)

dear friend,
whilst downtrodden and hopeless i turned to you,
and in my darkness you made light.
and dear, you're right. we made it to the other side.
you are a breath of air when comfort is hard to find.
and dear, I thank you for you.
pushing through existence, once lonesome creature,
you remind me who you are.
and dear, your kindness feels gifting.
growth is slow, and yet you define composure,
and dear, your heart is within me.

happiness

...feels like melted chocolate on my lips. like vanilla-bean skies and sweet honey scents. like salty kisses in the summer. and cool rainy nights in May. like my grandmother's voice. my uncle playing guitar. like piano keys beneath my fingers. like lasting friendships. like lingering hugs. like losing weight. like a clean face. like fuzzy cats. and watercolor paintings. and trimmed nails. and especially like babies cooing. scented candles. and jasmine tea. and Persian food. and band rehearsal. and deserted tropical beaches. and Spanish. and chanted prayers. and prostrating in reverence. like defining moments. and life-saving moments. and captured moments. documented moments. memorized prayers. and journal pages. and songs written. and Mom and Dad and Josh and Suth and Andrea and Charles. and good news. and health. and days. and laughter that makes your belly ache and pee trickle down the leg. happiness feels like a full moon on the skin. cowboy boots and ankle bracelets. like crushes. and daydreams. and night dreams. and me. and everything in between and beyond.