Poorly built pedestals of happiness

I wish I could pry your mouth open with both my hands, around your slippery lips and sharp teeth, pulling till I made a little space. And then I'd drop it in, hold your mouth shut till you licked your nose and swallowed. I would watch your cheeks distort and roll into creases and lines as they pulled back stretching toward your ears. Your lips sliding glossy over your gums as the corners of your mouth reached towards heaven. Your round eyes would disappear into little slits of happy sunshine slices. The cervical vertebra slanted backwards with the spinal cords support sending synapses of sunshine straight to your epiphysis cerebri. I wish I could resonate in a tone that shook you with happiness. I wish I could push it on you or pry it into you. I wish I could wrap it up and give it to you and when your cold or lonely you could climb into it like a bright yellow cave. I wish I could shove it so far down your throat you'd never stop smiling but I can't reach your mouth from way up here without falling. Maybe it's worth climbing down to have a better look around your face.

Joy

I have joy. It's a rare and precious thing. I see so many people searching for it that I wish I could give them mine. It doesent work like that unfortunately but I have noticed it spreads in small increments to people around you. At a time in my life when I had about a thimbleful of the joy I have now I remember an unhappy person telling me they could feel my joy getting all over them. I wish I could have bathed him in it, i still do, but you can't give it away. It has to be found in the small folded up places inside you. I'm thankful like this life is my second chance. I'm thankful to the point of joy. I believe that's where mine comes from, I find when I'm most humbled and most thankful that it begins as a small bubble and ripples over me until I'm shaking like a bowl full of jello barely containing my smile.