can we write joy?

why is it we mostly write when we're sad, pondering or in two-minds? why do we rarely write when we're happy and screaming with joy?

busy being in a jolly state of mind....

next time i'm happy or at least content, i'm going to write. will i be able to remain in a good mood or will my constant analysing kill it? can i express my warm thoughts without considering next days downfall? will the unreliable future bring me down and remind me of how short lived my happiness might actually be?

the irony of fate which always seems to track me down....