tygerblade

I remember when I used to feel like that fellow. Every time I escaped the ship while I was in the navy. Every time I completed a story or poem in college. Every time I have ever kissed a girl...every single time. Like for one single moment, I step outside of time and am truly free. Like everything I am and could be is focused inside all at once, and it's too much to contain, it bursts out of my body in radiant light, while the warm cleansing rain falls down upon my skin, washing away my sins forever. Moments like that can change the world.

I don't feel like that now. I honestly don't know if I can feel like that anymore. The feeling is only a dimly lit memory that I clutch at to keep me going, perhaps imagined. I'm trapped inside a prison of my own mind, and I'm not getting out anytime soon.