Happiness is very simple and minimal.

Though I may not flow where the wind guides me, I won’t become still water.

It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.

I walked around Soho's street for over an hour, running into familiar faces but never once stopping to chat. It was then that I felt something discomforting and comforting all at once. I didn't want to be here, in this city, anymore.

Robbing someone of their smile and putting it on your own face doesn't make you happy.

The musician and the listener. If this is love between two strangers watching each other from afar, that rough, burning moment when you rush in and kiss is the show.

He laughed. I suddenly wanted to laugh, to laugh with him, to sit here, or maybe outside in the rain, and just laugh with him. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even smile.