adaptation process of happiness is between an inhale and exhale. just the moment you’re struck by it, you can realize you can hold the air in your hands, you can pet the world. but the adaptation of darkness, rather than sadness, takes ages. like a cancer cell, it awaits within you to destroy you day by day. you can feel your destruction piece by piece. yet when it comes to happiness, as we’re all doomed to bid farewell sooner or later, you do not feel the cold grasp of subversion. it’s the mildest drug on earth. yet i’m happy with it. i dont wanna feel a thing. don’t we all spend our lives chasing that feeling as a predator chases its prey? now i’ve caught it and like a little child holds tight to his favourite set of colour pencils, i’m sticking to it. i accept that the inevitable havoc is after me for i’m nothing but an ordinary guy. but i’m going to shrug that fact off. i’m holding on to the one thing i can’t even try without and knowing that that one person is holding onto me for pretty much the same reasons is the finest feeling of all.