Here's Some Poetic Writing For Ya..

Guess what I'm writing about. I'm just going to describe something, I'm not going to say what it is. It could mean something different for anyone reading it.

It's better than the smell of pancakes on a Sunday morning. It's more magical than a trip to Disney World. You feel like your head is spinning but it's great; if you think the Silly Silo is fun, this is a million times better. It's a good spin. Not a pukey one. It can make you believe anything is possible and everything really does make sense after all. But... it really doesn't make sense. How could anything this wonderful be real? It's confusing and tiring and horrible to think about, yet, it's the best thing in the world. You never want it to end. You want it to last forever, and feel it every second of every day and some days, you do. You feel warm and full but not overwhelmed in a bad way, just overwhelmed with this joyous feeling in your heart. Your mind ceases to ache from the stresses of every day because nothing else matters. This is better than any drug you could take. It makes you feel good inside and out and makes others envy you because they don't know what it feels like. Or at least, you can't imagine anyone else could ever possibly feel this great. You're special and you're the only one who feels like this and you feel the best. It's the little things that make it so great; a flower on a random day, or a scribble on a note stuck somewhere for you to see. You wouldn't trade it for anything on the planet. It makes you want to sing and dance around. Sure, it can be hard, but it's all worth it. It's 100% worth it. All the greatest things in life come with struggles, and bumps in the road happen on a long journey to paradise. And there's great things on the way to this journey to paradise too; beautiful birds, a cool car you pass, some place you love to eat that was right on the way there. And the good always outweighs the bad. If it's right, anyway. You have no regrets and you want to remember everything about it. What you wore, the smells around you, the warmth of a hand in yours. It's simply amazing. It's almost indescribable how awesome it is. Sometimes it's hard to be happy any other time, because you know you can be happier if it was just always like this. But it's not and it can't be. Soon, maybe. You'll just have to wait a few years. Smiles shine and laughter floods the room. Sides hurt from laughing so hard and from being tickled so much. You hate it and you love it. Sometimes it's quiet and there's no need to say anything. The mere silence is enough to fill you and make you content. Everything seems like a glowing crystal ball, a future yet to be discovered but you know what you want to see in it.