he was,
well actually,
he didn't know what he was.
Or felt.
That was it,
he didn't know what he felt.
he knew who he was,
but he just didn't know what he
was currently feeling.
he had never felt this way before.
up until this point, he had always
felt dark and cold,
like a cave in the winter.
he had heard voices too,
they were screaming,
tearing at his soul
and mind.
but this was different.
he felt like a weight had been
lifted off his shoulders.
his heart felt
light,
instead of heavy and dreadful.
if he saw himself in the mirror,
his eyes wouldn't be dark
like a black panther,
from nights of restless sleep.
instead, they would be
glimmering,
shining,
like the ocean reflects the sun.
he still could not figure out
what he was feeling.
he tried explaining,
to friends,
to family,
what he felt.
but no words could ever accurately
capture his emotions.
they always fell short,
an empty call in
a small abyss.
then,
on a day where
the birds sang,
the sun rose faithfully
into the blue, clear sky,
and it was cheery all around,
he found what he felt.
in a large book
filled to the brim with words,
with some he found explicably odd,
he saw it.
content with finally figuring it out,
he smiled,
wrote it down,
closed the book,
laid the paper on top of it,
and left it there,
so if someone was as curious as he was,
they would know.
they would know he felt exultant.
