Listening to Boyz II Men - On Bended Knee
Laughter is key when you figure that the sound it can make puts an immediate smile to one's face. For my own person, everyone's laughter puts a smile on my face, yet this distinct laughter of happiness puts a smile and a glow that seems to melt my heart. Pretending to tickle is half the story. Whenever that feeling that you just have to laugh all your stresses away is worth the moment of short breath, painful lungs, tightened abs, and squished face. We've all managed to giggle for some odd reason, and then, someone turns their shoulder giving you that odd look of, 'what the hell are you so happy about?' Some of the visions I see whenever I'm down is putting that yellow happy face on top of everyone's head, it is a sight of humor for me.
Laying deep into the night and early rise of sun, we look at each other and explode in laughter. She kicks her legs up and down like she's a little girl pouting because she doesn't get what she wants. Like those times when you think that something that's not there is so funny, you just have to pound your hand on something to figure out that your laughing about nothing. Just a small speck of a sound makes this explosion come back out of the two of us. Maybe it was the fact that we were up when the sun peeked through my blinds, or just the fact that we've spent so much time together. All I know is that I enjoy my time with her, especially when we have our laughing moments.
Listening to Clay Aiken - Open Arms
Who has really thought of me as inspiration, as someone to look forward to, as a person of recognition? A few. Not many. Doesn't a person like me deserve credit. My acknowledgments are proven by the work I do. I don't need rewards, certificates, a handshake; my satisfaction reaches that comfort zone when I've accomplished something, anything on my own. Then why do I feel like I need attention and that grasp of good job type. I don't know. I really don't know.