Happiness,

the underestimated spark

of an interest or a comfort, 

the faint light 

of the stars warming up our eyes

and with that our souls. 

For me, 

this is 

words on a page. 

Not only to view, 

but to feel and enrobe oneself in. 

Their lustrous, languid ways

coating one's mind with familiarity. 

Paired with a mug of liquid comfort

and the known security of 

a woven work,

they have the potential 

to enrich any circumstance-

to transform one of palpable despair

into immeasurable bliss. 

To curl into yourself, 

delving into the seclusion of another's words

and your own thoughts,

to hide your head from the stressful world

are instances of these rare sparks that can never be dimished.