High on Happiness

Here it is, riding the photons and molecules, leaping the spaces between synapses and sounds, electric, liquid, invisible, laughing.

Here it is, pulsing down the quivering reality tunnels, infiltrating the protoplasm and DNA, all its stardust in tow.

Here it is, with its trunk full of costumes, playing hide and seek in the corners of your mind.

Here it is, tasting like morning, and waving rainbow flags just to get your attention.

Here it is, winking at you in the sunlight, peeking at you from the mirror, turning somersaults down your hallways, rolling down the street ahead of you just to clear the way.

Here it is, everynow, always, just asking for the dance.

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