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Happy.

I was so happy this morning 
So much so I felt like nothing could dampen it. 
The 2 am wake-up call to watch seven of my favorite people seemed like the beginning of a great day.
And then I fell back asleep,
I let myself give in to the tiredness of my brain
And allowed some of the happiest moments of my day to follow me to sleep. 
When I woke up, the world was back to normal. 
A world I am tired of dealing with. 
A world I am tired of living in. 
A world where I stress more than I smile. 
A world where I force myself to stay quiet rather than be heard. 
A world where everyday feels like a battle to keep going. 
There are fleeting moments,
Like the ones this morning, 
Where no matter the godforsaken hour of the morning,
I am truly happy. 
They are the only ones who can do that... 
Who can make me truly happy.
Most of my family aggravates me. 
Most of my friends live too far away to enjoy their company.
And the rest of the world is just... nothing.
But those seven boys from Korea
Who fought against the world with their voices and a dream, 
Who broke down all the walls of a whitewashed music industry,
Who have filled a whole far bigger than anything else ever could, 
They make me happy.
Happier than anyone ever can.
When I see them interviews,
I am happy. 
When they are mentioned on my Twitter feed,
I am happy.
When they perform their music with pride and love, 
I am happy. 
When I think of their concert I attended on May 19th,
I am happy. 
They make me happy.
They make me smile.
They make living this shitty life worthwhile. 
Just seeing them, 
Listening to them talk and sing,
Acting like wonderful, stupid, borderline crackhead idiots...
I.
Am.
Happy. 
And no one will ever change that.

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