That's true, despair is behind me. And sometimes it likes to sneak up on me when I'm not looking and put me in a headlock. Anticipation has been at my side from the beginning but hope is the hardest to keep track of since it's always dashing off somewhere. I haven't seen excitement in so long I forgot what it looks like. And chaos is there every morning like clockwork staring at me until I wake up to address it.
What is this joy you speak of?