what is this? some feeling like a song after a lifetime of silence. some touch to the soul after a length of solitude. a sense of comfort and ease to relieve abject existence.
what is this? some feeling like a breeze after wasting on a desert plain. a raindrop on the tongue after the longest drought. a gulp of the surface to a drowning man. some feeling of life anew to those who only saw the end.
it’s none of these and all of these and inexplicable and intangible. but it’s there: some feeling that cannot be summed, forever finite and everywhere; abundant and rare, as real and invisible and precious as air.