Tonight is not about the war.
Tonight is all about being alive. Tonight is about the perfection.
Tonight is the night I feel like I've been underwater for ages and I just dived up and gasped fresh air for the first time in ages.
Tonight is the night my memories come back. Real ones. Not those distorted by depression or the illness. The ones that were made before.
Memories of no regrets. Memories of how weird the life can be. How it switches everything, turns tables. Leaves you in awe.
Which I always used to pronounce wrong. Awe. But it's just such a nice word it deserved that. It has always been my guilty pleasure to mispronounce "awe", so it could gain some magical sound.
The texture of when this word leaves your lungs, travels through the vocal chords and echoes in one's mouth.
Tonight I feel so alive I don't want to sleep. I don't want to put my head on the pillow and close my eyes just in case tomorrow I woke up what I was yesterday.
Tonight I'm a small bird who started learning to fly by falling off its nest. And I feel both the excitement of the bird and the proudness of its mother watching from afar. It's now afar. The bird has learnt how to spread its wings so that sometimes it would be able to get above the common ground.
Tonight I'm the small wolf cub eating the dinner his mothed has brought him. Tonight I'm the mother who has successfully hunted down food for her cub after a long period of draughts.
Tonight I'm an owl with my big eyes scanning the forest. Tonight I'm an eagle screaming to its kind because he's no longer lost.
Tonight I'm a chicken breaking from its shell. Tonight I am sitting under the moon, somewhere deep in my mind drowning in nature's images.
I am no longer underwater.
