And all the best words together couldn't hold the happiness.
I just loved making words into stories by the sound of my voice.
I was saying the right things, but not the really true things.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and filled myself up with the breeze from the valley. Then I let it out slow so it could get back to its travels, with a little bit of me added to it.
...sadness is a powerful foe, maybe harder to keep down than happiness...
...how do you run and play when you feel like there are bricks of the heaviest sadness weighing down every part of your body? How do you laugh and talk when there are no laughs left inside of you?
There is never enough time for fun.
There's more than one way to tell each other things, and there's more than one way to listen, too.