What is happiness to me?
It is hearing the rain fall and the thunder roll so loudly, it drowns out my thoughts.
It is the quiet time after a big crowd.
It is a sleep, where I wake up smiling.
It is seeing my babies smile, stretch, and laugh.
It is listening to Taylor Swift or Lady Antebellum.
It is reading my latest Warhammer 40,000 book, which is strangely funny. Weird, right? Caiphas Cain, you are too weird for words.
It is reading The Walking Dead. Oh zombie apocalypse, you make my life joyful and wonderous. Even with horrific spoilers in the first. fucking. book. damn it damn it damn it.
It is watching Charmed. Almost as excellent as Buffy. Almost.
It is reading a A+ certification textbook and realizing that I know most of it.
It is wearing a snuggie.
It is being with friends that you miss everyday.
It is taking a nap with my person.
It is holding hands with the man of my dreams.
It is finding the best pair of leather high heeled shoes for $45.
It is watching David Bowie in Labrynth.
It is Repo! The Genetic Opera.
It is loving someone else more than I could ever imagine.
It is a pair of jeans that fit perfectly.
It is OPI nail polish.
It is warm shells and cold steel.
It is knowing who is going to be with you forever.
It is roses.
It is love.