“Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse— and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
And Wilderness is Paradise enow. “
For me, pleasure is simple: it’s the feeling of stepping on strawberry flavored clouds, overlooking a vast grassland with unicorns running around, wearing sunglasses and party hats. I don’t have wings, but I’m floating; I run on the meadow, and there are chocolate flowers everywhere, and trees made of waffles and whipped cream; I dive into the ocean and swim with the herd of colorful fish that look like marshmallows…… I can go on forever.
As for happiness, I’m not sure what it’s like.
If I have to guess, I suppose it’s the murmuring of the light breeze and tree leaves on a summer night. I remembered what I need to remember and forgot what I’m trying to forget. I’m a bit tipsy but not drunk. It’s a bit cold, but there’s a flame burning inside me. I’m hitting on the keyboard and thinking of you.
I don’t have wine, the bread in my fridge is a week old, and I can’t sing— but that sure sounds like paradise.