What is this?-an object, a feeling, a goal, a destination?

It mocks and laughs, the meanings hidden away

Its elusive beauty and the wonderful benevolence of its warm embrace

Of the muddled clarity

Seen through a dirty glass, its ripples distorting reality’s misshapen grin

The rhythmic beats of dialogue before a stifled sniffle and a short breath

It is undeniably disconcerting

It is Happyness


well, sorta shitty day, lots of my friends are upset
wrote this just now... don't usually write poetry but i felt like it for err... other reasons..
what d'ya think? haha