Never forget what being happy feels like 

Because it's so much easier to indulge into apathy

When it consumes in a feeling that your breath is being pulled  

slowly  

and ungently from a single point on your lungs     

and out through your breast; 

In turn we will follow that breath to keep breathing,   

and give up on speaking and yelling, 

then loving then reaching, 

then hope. 

We forget how good these things feel. 

Because trying not to isn't seen as a remedy, but a séance 

Yet a reminder in a lover's indiscreet mark on your being, 

the release from a long struggled  

achievement, 

benevolence of a mother's embrace where 

your skin has turned dry, 

will flood you; 

In a rapid cascade with  

structure-less and intangible moments 

erupting into the gentle content of being okay. 

It will overflow you and drown you so that we don't  

need

to breathe anymore 

And you can follow your heart 

instead of your pain 

Never forget what being happy feels like 

Because it's so much easier to indulge into apathy

But only the wisest choose to be 

happy instead