April when talking with April.
The extrovert April sighs, “I’m jealous with those people who can recharge themselves. When I’m caged and about to die, i’ll go out and suck the energy from people. This place, indeed a nice place. I can smell connections through air, sweat, laughter and wheels rolling.”
The introvert April startles, answers in silence.
Are we sometimes forget how smiling
can curves our fate
into something we doubt to imagine
and then we chose to stay grumpy
and somehow forget what was we promising
when we were flying in the happy-ness?