Good days

In good days, I don’t wake up feeling lonely.
In good days, music lightens my spirit, not bugs me.
The traffic flows and the radio plays tunes that talk directly to my heart.
In good days, I love the rain.
And my interlocutors are perk and interesting.
In good days, surprises come to me, and brighten my smile.
In good days, I’m not afraid to look inside.
In good days, I don’t have nightmares. I dream the future, instead.
In good days, I feel unique, not plain and ordinary.
In good days, I don’t have to force myself to breath.
In good days, words are meaningless. And forgettable.
In good days, chocolate is not the best thing in the world.
In good days, I have no time to write. Or moan.