Weightless

    Lord, who knew that I'd feel this way again. I'm so happy -- wait. No. I'm so joyful. Happiness is just a feeling that can fade at any given trial. But joy...woah. Joy is a mindset that I've learned to regain. Joy lingers. And joy can lift you higher than you'd ever thought was possible.

"How much did you drink?"
    Nothing, I swear.
"Smoke?"
    Nope.
"Inject?"
    Not a thing.
"Why the frick are you so happy?"

    Interrogation about my happiness. Oh, how I've missed that. The questions of why I was so hyper. Why wouldn't I be? Even though I don't see it all the time, there are things to be grateful and happy about everywhere you look. Oh...What's this? My heart is doing something weird. Something I don't think I've ever felt in my life. It's...weightless. I feel like I'm on top of the world. I feel like the things I do matter. I've been driven to be a better person, to see light in everybody, to soften my heart and to swallow my pride. My heart's been fluttering for so long, I can't sleep. I'm smiling too hard. That's one problem I've been wanting to have for the longest time.