Perfect

It’s when you tumble down a path you never imagined you’d take.

When it feels like solitude is your companion in the impending danger.

When, against every odd, you’re still alive, more than alive, even.

When you’re absolutely terrified to find the outcome.

When all you can think about is your inability to think.

When your priorities are the only distraction.

When you realize how you’ve always embraced and flourished in the darkness and now it makes you happy.

When you know there’s nothing that could possibly top this because everything pales in comparison.

When you’re so happy it’s literally unfathomable.

That’s perfect.

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