Some Glittery, Gummy Goodness!

It's been a long since I wrote something meaningful. Maybe I waited too long. I waited too long for my pen to make the move while in the happy times, but it refused. I don't sincerely know what's with me and moodiness. Not just shallow moodiness, but despair, depression, sadness, those palpitations you get out of being hurt? No? well, that's because not everyone gets it. The loners do I guess - haha :D

So, coming back to my point - I think people immediately turn to shoulders they can lean on, cry and soak their tears but never think of a single soul to share their happiness with. Human psychology? I don't know - but going by this conclusion is why I don't scribble anything during my happy times. As if any of this is important! It is! A big blatant truth that I don't have a single friend to share my feelings - happiness or mourning. And if I don't write down what I feel, then how do I read, remember and laugh about those silly moments like 30 or 40 years after? Okay, this sounds weird - but it will simply result in depletion of my memories, with only the cold ones to remember. Boring!

So, conquering the refusal, I will have to pen down some happiness, some good, glittery, gummy goodness that sticks for years and some shivering, pale hands come in search of them, years after.

So let's start!

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