I noticed that about myself today.
I too thought
there was no difference.
Or that they at least were
connected.
But seems they lie
further apart than I ever assumed.
I aggravate every emotion
that could invoke
some kind of smile
into something
that brings back the daylight
and tells me that
the balance is far from restored.
Everything is as it should be
but that won't inspire any sympathy
from the judgement
that is inevitable.
Laughter at least
is not overthought.
It just happens.
And that makes it
perfect.
And somehow
that's good enough
to stay breathing.
For now.
But I know
that things change.
So let's see how well
I laugh tomorrow.