when enraged, desperate, in despair,
the innermost and deepest emotions,
they leak and they drip out into the physical form of ink.
dried permanently on a simple sheet of lined paper...
when happiness is so ever present,
the only innermost feeling,
and the only deepest emotion is love.
i think the quantities of appreciation and gratitude,
are so large and so abundant,
that they exist,
and suddenly none of my other words do.
suddenly none of my other words are sufficient.
expressing the overwhelming joy and all other emotions,
that succeed so well in making themselves known,
into the words that fail to exist.