Many people associate happiness with summer, and I wish they were wrong.
Because like summer, my happiness is short, its seconds hastily creep away like that of a ticking time bomb.
Many people associate happiness with summer, but I think it\'s cruel.
Because like summer, my happiness burns me if I bask in it too long, it percepts my contentment as triggering fuel.
Many people associate happiness with summer, but I think it\'s juvenile.
Because like summer, happiness tricks you with its pulchritudinousness, and is adolescently praised for only lasting a short while.
See, I wish my happiness were winter.
Because winter does not trick me with its presence.
Because unlike winter, summer does not deserve to be praised, not even for a mere second.