Happiness.

Do you ever get random waves of happiness come over you? Like while sitting on a bus and staring out the window and suddenly you feel your face and body feel - happy? I do. But my happiness is different. See, I don't see the outside, the physical, part of my life to be the best. I have great people that I can look at and think they are the most amazing people I have yet to know. But besides them, what it is it that makes me feel so jubilant sometimes? I've always kind of been able to live a life of my own in my own mind with places and things I love to see. When I get in my own zone and I start to space away I get to these places that make me really happy. I'd love to make it mean more than that one day, though. I feel this things are all real - and that's where my real happiness comes from. How REAL those things are. They're beautiful, and peaceful. And although I can't exactly have what it is to show for it I know it's there and it's waiting for me. My imagination is a garden.