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Today marks the second consecutive day since I rekindled a long-lost euphoria. If the excitement had a manner, it would be more mild than intense, like the opening to an endless dream-likeness of possibilities. I am not sure why this happened, how this triggered. I suspect it is a result of having a conversation that has been recursively stacking since I was 23, or further back- since I was 19. This conversation probably met the end-condition to cause a cascade of pop off operations, a deep and lonely place, and then into empty space.

Empty here is also clarity. A renewed presence of mind. Like freedom for (of?) the mind.

I can see again. I can feel so raw once more. As if I was young again, naive even.

Feels like I could cry in joy.

I missed being young; young me.