Sometimes, I get a sense of clarity. Everything is not as clouded, as surreal and doubtful as it usually is. Sometimes, I feel.
In those moments I feel unwavering, I feel sure and brave.
Sometimes, a scene in a book triggers it. The beauty of it captures me, I do not search for the lies and ugliness and the fake truths behind it, as I do with myself.
Sometimes, I think about a friend. I`m reminded that I do not always have to calculate my movements, manipulate, and be angry, as I do most of the time.
Sometimes, I truly feel, and I long for the next time it happens before the feeling is even gone.