Talk Circles.

Unhappiness unleashes when I can no longer make a circle of balance. It's the fourth quadrant left, and they're useless, anyway, so I throw them out with no regard for intake. Now I'm here, and my stomach is filled with the ever-presence of missed youth. My generation praises this lack of energy because their activity suggests it could stop any minute. Twenty-five hours ago I felt the sting of spring on bared skin, glowing like the spirit behind my teeth.

One mess, now a second, yet four walls around more bodies drag me from the gloom.

That face I've memorize glows, mouth fixed for response at each cue. Withstanding comedic value, how could I keep my smile from stretching at the sound of your laughter? Need is a dangerous word, but the bravery is worth the pursuit, or lack that I ever saw. I fake sleep behind blissfully restful eyes and unsettled body as I lose all sense to several strands of my hair. Bare shoulders, flannel pants, knots meeting sparrows. The most insignificant contents in life spent limited to a carry-on bag. These stick out like the mornings I used to sleep through.

Could you live your life like this? Breakfast table banter and an ever-present youth. We're growing up with keepsakes in check, the one box I've managed to keep unopened in my state of everything must go. I set out to complain; I set out with a mind for spite and a bad day under my arm. I can't recount your memory, even the most recent, without remembering all the times I'll laughed without explanation. It's never been this easy to live with sunny eyes and a song on my mind. Each listen reminds me what I have to look forward to.

Keeping honest, beginning fades to the incompressible content of recency. Take the un- out of your vocabulary. Unleash happy.