just a few days ago, an angel brought me to heaven for a while. and he asked if i was happy today. i smiled.

It kinda rang up the same idea of 'being happy' that i've just read a few hours ago from The Passion, a book i borrowed 1 month ago from the library.(OVERDUED! shit!) but this is solely a random sidetrack.
"I was happy but happy is an adult word. You DON'T have to ask a child about happy, you SEE it. They are or they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow over you." An Apt description right!
And for now, WE still belong to the children world till we enter the workforce,or so i thought, right?
i really feel deeply for some of the excerpts from this storybook. it's scarily true.