Invincible

...For a moment brief, but still that great.

I hoped, but I have not actually believed that those days would come. The moment when I would have my lost self back again. It did and I wish it stayed for longer. The light was there, winning for a first time. There was still some darkness, but there were no labyrinths. No overlapping intentions, nor billion structured goals. Lies did not hurt either. I was free, as free as probably I will ever be. I did not have the need to compensate, overachieve, want or be with. Everything and everyone I knew were irrelavant. Nothing had a long-term place in my life then. I did not need any. Those gone days were short, but pure, rare and felt more than real. They were what I would call this overused, often misunderstood word. They were happy. And maybe I was too.
I can't write more. This time the words are doing more harm than good, because contrary to all assumptions - happiness does not need to be described, explained or made beautiful. Leave it smply be, because some of us know that the genuine, the one we don't need to sugarcoat or force, is untraceable and ephemeral. Hold on it while you can, and once gone - be ready to welcome it again.