[center][h3]Sleepy Thoughts[/h3][/center]

Happiness is strange.
It is neither a gift nor a talent. 
It is not something that someone else can truly give you.
Perhaps a momentary laugh or sense of euphoria;
But, with their departure they take that “happiness”.

[right]There are those who can give themselves joy,
But often with the aid of something else.
Is happiness truly a joyful thing?
Or more so a curse;
A taunt of something we will never truly live out?[/right]

There are some who embrace their natural state.
There are some who turn to enjoy dark themes.
There are those who take a strange enjoyment in loneliness,
Feigning their desire for a nicer existence,
Enjoying the attention.

[center]To some the world is black and white, 
Bold and definite,
Right and wrong.

To some, the world is a mix of colors,
Complex and incongruent,
Neither just nor immoral.

There are those who cannot even think of what the world is like, 
For ignorance is their bliss.[/center]

No matter how many different types of flawed humans there are
They all have surely understood happiness.

[right]We all take joy in many different things.
It is like a quick high that fades far too fast.
[/right]

[center]Is it truly nice to be happy?
Or would you be better off emotionless?[/center]