To Be Seen

Feels nice, doesn't it?

To be seen. To be acknowledged. To have the confirmation that yes, you are indeed a physical being that can be perceived. You are not invisible to the human eyes, despite your brain telling you otherwise. To have that small bit of affirmation that you are still alive.

I found myself a little place, a safe haven where I feel like I belong. I feel accepted, in spite of my ideals. Hell, some of the people there even share the same ideals as mine. It feels good to not feel like an outsider for once. Ironic, because I technically am one.

I don't know how long it'll last, but for now, I will cherish my time there. I will not take it for granted.