Retrouvailles

It was Saturday, 5'o clock.

I just got home while my phone kept reminding about what we called responsibilities.

I took few milk candies and I blamed myself for the device that can save what we called responsibilities.

I jumped to the bed and I planned what to watch tonight.

I overslept and questioned how could I don't realize tiredness inside.

I giggled by myself, I was too pahhy. Pahhy-pahhy-happy.

Don't ask, I just added pahhy as adjective which could fit for your Saturday night.

Non-sense but happy. Fragile but happy.

There was nothing to besides writing how come dancing marionette could get broken so easily.

I needed toy box. I needed margarita with 0% alcohol.

Happiness stayed for so long, and started getting bored.

It craves some more friends called joy, bliss, delight, enjoyment and blablabla.

What did I have to do then? Followed my desire?

I forgot to watch DVD so I wrote and I tweeted.

So again, I ended the day happily.

PS: Yesterday I ended it with Oreo and Adobe Illustrator.
       Some say I need retrouvailles to share this shit called happiness.
       

Retrouvailles (French): The happiness of meeting again after a long time.