How to feel?

Somewhere, deep inside, I feel this. I haven’t got enough words to say how you can live with it, but there isn’t a reason to keep on without it. Maybe it is like a rainbow, because there is some rain and some sun. Maybe it is like nothing else, like an autumn leaf when it’s windy, like a deep, deep breath, like a fleeting kiss. Like you, like me.

Maybe it isn’t a feeling at all, it could be the sensation, the prediction of something that will happen, the smile after a joke, the cry after a shout.