the itch

Do I need a reason to be happy? To enjoy life as it is?
Gosh, I hope not
To be honest I’m a bit worried
To think that I lived in my own bubble that I couldn’t see the magnitude of it anymore
I couldn’t see whether it’s still safe to pop it now or I already am flying too high and if it popped I’ll crash and burn in a snap.
I know that I should be grateful for I’ve got now
Many will kill for everything that I experienced today
Not that I’m living an extravagant lifestyle but it surely is bliss
At least for me
But somehow I just couldn’t get rid of this ticklish feeling
That stubbornly lingers in the corner of my very heart
Am I afraid of something?
What the heck is wrong with me?