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.
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