Ridiculous Happiness

Endless journeys through moments which are spent in fiction and non fiction or through fiction in non-fiction or non-fiction in fiction, IDK. Butterfly wings tied together to regress it to a former stage and biscuits that drown once they are exposed too long in a cup of tea which becomes puzzled with an intruder who slowly submerges. Peril awaits for those who expect things or occurrences to establish itself as a reality when one can only dream about things, dreaming about ambitions and a hope to live closer to the sun and life that never blinks or vanishes and it no longer remains as a dream or a distant dream, perhaps. A dog barks for no apparent reason, man thinks and is afraid that the dog might attack to bite the man, that's very foolish because a dog has no interest in men just like how men have no interest in each other, people might call it a facade if they do then let them. Just like the dog barking incessantly we too as a species are barking incessantly and ready to bite anyone without a notice only this time it's not literally, though I would do the otherwise and catch up with the literal part of biting actually because that seems more authentic to me, I guess that's because part of me has accepted that i'm a dog not a human and that part makes me bark with joy and ridiculous happiness.