I think I should nail these moments of happiness to the table, or
maybe just stitch them to my skin. I can’t seem to remember
happiness in the same way I remember sadness. Sadness burns and
aches and forces me to notice it. Contentment evaporates and
leaves me wondering if it happened at all. Sadness is deep in me,
in my heart and in the curls of my hair and it begs to be
remembered.
