Preface
it feels like eighty doors opened, and that i walked through them all at once.
the curious parts of me are being fed without effort, and it takes me out of balance, but really – i was never in balance, so maybe this is making things even. my brain has never felt so lit up, nor so exhausted yet hopeful. never have i talked to so many people looking for resolution, without looking to resolve their feelings associated with the problem.
this place is uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, and deep down i still hope it leads me closer to you, the first and last person i still think of each day. and night.
Goodnight.
Love.
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