How can I resist my soul the thing that makes it happy?
I don't know what souls are made out of and I won't attempt to understand-
But mine is enamoured with yours

I don't have a good heart
But I can assure everyone and everything
I only have good intentions

I dont just want to write about the sad days,
I'll write about the happy ones,
The peaceful ones,
The ones where i'm completely at ease and aligned
Happiness is a choice and i'm completely aware
Sometimes I let my heart throw a tiny bit of a tantrum and wallow in self pity before calming it down again
And i'll be alright and filled with lights once more