How Truth Feels Like

It’s the sudden rush of air, leaving your lungs. It’s the moment of clarity when you know it’s right. It’s the uplifting of invisible weights and it feels like you’re so light that you can fly. It’s the unpeeling of a shell that you didn’t even know you had, leaving you bare against the world, your raw individual self exposed. It’s the falling of pieces that things suddenly make sense, but it’s not really suddenly because somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew it was true. It’s the walking into a familiar room, with the familiar smell, that you know what to expect if you turn a corner, the quiet content of things being how they’re supposed to be. 

It’s the acceptance and the embracing of what you always knew. It’s to remember how to breathe again.

That’s how the truth feels like.