happiness is ...

what?
for me, myself, happiness appears to lead to an extreme lack of interest in writing!
a lack of anxt leaves me poetically uninspired.

i have never sat and written as if it was a job of work, the words have just filled my mind until i have no option but to empty it through the application of pen on paper.

when i lost my mann, in some way i lost the will to be happy. i spent so many years accepting less than ...
believing i was happy and writing to mask the reality of absent joy.

now, each today is a new experience of reciprocal love, of sharing and companionship, laughter and learning. passion prowls my heart and mind, expressed in the reality of relationship.
the words of my experience have found a beloved and pour from my lips to her ear.
my pen lies strangely idle ...