Swirl

It has been months since I wrote a decent piece of work.
Nothing seems to inspire me and I blame all this happiness crammed together.
Not even a single despairing thought to start a rant.
It’s all smiles, laughter, trips, friends, nights out, sunny afternoons, secrets, sharing, cute guys, flirt, silly histories, alcohol, deep talks and cravings. Fun addiction.
The sun shines so brightly upon my life that I’m even scared!
How long will this last? It won’t be forever but I so want to keep it all within my reach.
I’m grasping, tasting, and breathing everything I can.
Perhaps I’m living too fast but I have yet to reach so many things.
What if I don’t have time to?
There are so many things I should have experienced already and are so far from happening!
They all insist that I changed. They are all so wrong.
I just never voiced what I’m finally courageous enough to do now.
If some of my actions are not filled with morality like they used to, they all take their time to try and make me feel bad about it.
I just can’t, though, I’m so happy. So fucking happy that, sometimes, it even burns in my chest.