intoxicated with happiness

upon walking in the boulevard of dreams and love,
i find myself being intoxicated,
with happiness,
with love,
with you.
it feels like walking in the air,
smells of sweets and donuts, and waffle.
of love.again.
feeling overly joyed by the love i get, by the blessings i feel,
by the dreams i dream.

as the path seems clear, yet i am so troubled,
by the thoughts of ...hm. i dont know.
uncertainty, problems, lost, is this how far it will get..etc. gosh.
in short being happy is troubling in a way,
fussy i must say, crazy am i? gosh.
shooh!shush! go away ugly thoughts!

@_@ pening.

tulun..tulun...