Happiness...

I wear it like a dress...
sometimes it swirls around me in the winds of change,
sometimes it clings, awkwardly, showing the curves I don't find sexy.
Happiness is like a fog, changing my perception of everything around me...
dulling my senses.
I wouldn't say I miss the life of quiet misery resulting in a sharpness of vision,
but I miss the sharpness of vision sometimes.

I grow less and less afraid of myself every day.
Though I remain afraid of the shadow I cast...