Comfort Is a Shield

The secret to happiness is not minding some secrets staying hidden. It's allowing an unexpected blush to sweep across your face and not asking why. It's forgetting to shut the double wide door from the patio to your heart and not asking your guests how they got there. It's getting lost down city streets and accepting where you land is where you were going all along. It's dripping ink on cotton sheets through blown out veins because you couldn't get the words out fast enough. Happiness is vulnerability.