Like Flame and Light

Comfort.

It’s such a strange and rare feeling to have, especially when stress is commonplace in today’s culture.

I was brought comfort once–not by someone who neither you or I would expect it from. Comfort that assured me my ambitions weren’t irrational, that kept me warm when I shivered in the cold uncertainty. Comfort that shed light on my shady future, guiding me to the end of the tunnel.

But by the end of the night, I’d already forgotten all that troubled me.

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