Ataraxia

You were like the breath of fresh air filling my lungs when I was choking with the smoke of unhappiness.

You were like the drug which a patient on a life support requires to live his life normally again.

You were like the catalyst which speeds up the reaction of the reactants in a chemical reaction.

You were like the value of “x” which a maths problem asks you to find on numerous occasions.

You were everything which is required to complete basic daily tasks in the most conventional way possible.

FLY, I SAY