It is true about happiness. Infectious it is, wonderful and validating. Sought after, held up, and widely accepted as a worthy aim. Be happy. But in the midst, in the creaks, we suffer. This burden of glee, this expectation of levity, this lonely dance. The moments gather, then vanish. Melodies always, knowledge of the truth, the end of preparation. Accidental and careless, but not in an
irresponsible manner. In a manner of speaking. Can't help myself. Bringing others into the fray. Juvenile reasoning, think like children. Pure and naive. Like the animals. Our souls aren't protected here, but they will survive here.