breathe

i told her secret. and she felt better. she felt understood. and loved. and yesterday, as she was walking home at dusk, she could smell the honeysuckle and the air and see the blinking fairy lights. and last night, she felt the embrace of a friend. breathing, for a few hours, was not pain. living, in those moments, ceased to be a chore. back to reality, now, she still has a piece of that bliss in her soul. it may fade, but for now, it is a soothing salve to her wounds.