By Aaron Lee
You jump a little higher, smile a little wider.
Just about everything feels a little warmer.
Kids screaming, WATER SLIDES!
The endless possibilities of happiness.
That's why ecstasy is bliss.
Teeth cringed. Head hot. Eyes red. Fists clenched.
You try to hide it but your heart leaps out.
Sadness is the taste of chocolate ice cream.
Everything looks a little more grey.
Faded sounds and numbed touch.