Happiness gravitating

I used to think happiness explodes in your face
blowing you into bits
loud, violent, sending you into uncontrollable jerks
you feel ungrounded
flying through the air from the impact
free falling through balloons to land in cotton candies
Now happiness is silent, still,
a simple encounter
it is a trickle which opens your soul.
Deep
touch some core inside
like a still lake
the joy seeps
finding some corner in your being
bringing tears to your eyes
making you question the line between the happy and sad

Age gives everything gravity
I used to fly up to the moon
now it comes down to me