Not me and write [small post] happiness

Not me (and that's okay)
millions of breaths suspended, unspoken words and hidden feelings. Not always good, not always pleasant. Some are ashamed about emotions, may they be good or bad .
Not me, I run my chances and continue to be moved and emotional even though sometimes I burn my feathers.

And I live happiness
Disheveled or uncombed (I love this word)  as always, chaotically myself and that's okay because this is me, with all the burns and wounds and scars but also with all the smiles and hugs kisses and love.
Should I be ashamed  to be not ashamed? My faults, my qualities  (if  I have any ... maybe I have), my troubles and my joys.

I breathe , no suspended and unspoken words and emotions experienced, there is something in the drawer of remorse, but no regrets in it.
I live my happiness and when my problems ask me more  commitment than  smiles,  I tease myself, I tell myself: "c'mon laugh! That we're here four days for rent"

I now 
breath one day at a time.
S.