I know that however life ends, I will not die deeply pained, aching, ever longing.
I have already been seen, been acknowledged. Not as myself necessarily (because how rare is that, that someone else would understand what you yourself cannot express?). But I’ve been seen nonetheless : there are stories, movies and music out in the world that make my truths go wild, hammering against the underside of my skin.
There are moments. God there are moments when I feel as though all the dots have connected and I can explain to myself that I was born to live this moment, however simple and solitary and ordinary-looking. I was made so one day I could gaze at the stars, shivering under the midnight drizzles-turned-showers that make you feel more alive than anything else has or could.
In nature, I find myself. It is that simple, that inexplicable. Perhaps it is also in the expression of their own selves that I find myself in others. And you know, maybe I’d like to do that, too. Maybe, maybe I’m hoping that this, whatever this is, can make someone feel that they aren’t the only one who feels the way they do.
It’s that simple, that unattainable. The feeling of being seen, understood.
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