Phantom Joy

I’m proud of the life I’m living. Proud to wake in the morning, shaking the last remnants of sleep, eager to start a new day whether rain, snow or sunshine. To look up at myself in the mirror and smile at the face that appears to me. Have you ever felt phantom joy? A burst of giggles and endless smiles. And in that moment, nothing but that feeling matters, even if it’s just for a fragment of a minute. Nothing but the way your eyes squint to accimpadate how your smile touches them, matters. It feels amazing, forgetting any pain, darkness or sadness for just those moments. Why not be proud of the life I live? I’ve worked too hard to get where I am. Guess each phantom burst is a reminder of just that.


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