Hop on to the happiness express.

Happiness is the taste of success on my own terms.
The sensation of puppylicks and heartwarming songs.
Paper roses and butterfly kisses.
Glitter dusted wishes and daydreams in warm undertones of amber and honey.
Laddles of love for fictional characters and favourite quotes.
Falling asleep to the sound of my mother's voice intermigling with enchanting windchimes.
Pixie dust and snow globes and dream catchers.
Poetic moments held right and invisible tiaras held high.
Handwritten notes and the smell of chlorine.
It's all the accolades I ever need.