Sometimes joy doesn’t knock.
It just appears buzzing through the room, pulsing in your chest,
showing up like it belongs. And maybe it does.
This joy didn’t explain itself.
So I smiled back and let it stay.
Sometimes joy doesn’t knock.
It just appears buzzing through the room, pulsing in your chest,
showing up like it belongs. And maybe it does.
This joy didn’t explain itself.
So I smiled back and let it stay.
