Last night, I remembered almost far too much. It's like trying to and failing in catching up in a book in one night, so much so you've forgotten the exact lines, but now you sort of understand the plot a lot better.
My right hand does things I didn't know it could do. My left hand doesn't let me know the things it can do for good reason.
I took a long walk with a good friend, to the edge and back. I lost almost everything I found out, but remembered the basic details. I recovered part of personality, as it were. I realized there's a reason why I tried to be absent-minded. It's a good thing that even if I get too far ahead of myself, there's a reason why. I've satisfied curiosity, for once, as well as anyone else's who would care to know. And though the Truth is ever changing and ever wandering, so am I, and I will catch up with it some day. I sort of know everyone else's guesses are wrong to some extent, and I realized that's why everyone has fears. You shouldn't fear failure, you'll only be blocking yourself from acting in a manner that suits you. I've for, the most part, reclaimed who I am and now I lack far less doubt that I ever have since I've started to think to much.
She's out there with my keys somewhere...
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