Sometimes happiness can be scary.
I am so happy that I feel like nothing can destroy this for me.
My life is going the direction I want it.
But I am I going too close to the sun?
Will I notice the melting wax?
Or will I fall and crush into sadness without any chance of prevention?
I am again given too much thought in an actually simple thing:
I just have to enjoy my happiness like I enjoy ice cream in the summer. And when it is finished I would just have to find the next place I can get some new one.