No Words For This Poem by pablo picasso

For once, looking out with pure eyes, sticking out my tongue to lick my lips, I feel happiness.The shimmers run down my spine for this alien feeling tickles.

Lips twitch and eyes arch as this feeling bulges in me. Nose reddens, and ears twitch. Is this the happiness? It feels so great, so calm. Eyes shine blue, gleam without so much a clue.

breeze blows and wind slows. Heart speeds unknowing these needs. This happiness is the perfect feeling ever. Bees swarm, and breezes warm. Eyes flutter and heart clutters as I absorb this feeling.

It feels like a streak of light up the dark stairs of maim. Tears well up. Yet, this is different.They taste sweet. This is exhilarating.

Is something like this still alive?