A Warm Gun – Prose

Happiness is a swift thing for many, it can be fleeting & simply in the moment.

Happiness acts as a warm blanket; swarming you in comfort & enclosing you in the depth of emotions.

Happiness can be as warm a sunshine; it can shine so bright through anybody, and warm even the coldest of moments.

Happiness feels like a burning fire; igniting the passion for everything & can easily be blown out.

Happiness can even be a warm gun; it shoots you in an instant, surprising you at any moment, filling you with a searing warmth in your heart. But if you let that feeling fade, if you let it pass through, it will leave you with a burnt crevice that lets the cold air of grief pass through. Don’t let the bullet of your own weapon leave you drifting through the air.

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