That feeling when the air seems thick and chokes us – and yet we still breathe.
That memory that catches us unaware and stings us – and yet we still remember.
That tear that gently falls upon our cheek – and yet we still smile.
That touch that brings a shudder and you flinch automatically – and yet we still hug.
That smell that sickens us to the stomach – and yet we still choose to smell the flowers.
That moment when we remember we are safe in the here and now – and we sigh with relief.
© evie angel 2016