I want to write more & feel even more [than that].

And that feels really good.

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It’s moments like this
that we’ll all remember,
I think.

It’s things like this
that we can only ascertain
in retrospect.

The great reckoning.

Knowing. Undoing. Unravelling.

I saw it coming.
I felt it deeply.
I understood more than words could speak.

Let me ask for what I want. Let me make something of my dreams.

It feels so good to be here now.

To be in a space
where I can
just feel
just be
just follow
something
tentative
& free.

It feels so good to be able to feel.

And it feels so scary too.
I don’t want to say too much here.
Not because I’m afraid of speaking, but because words dilute it.