I’m unsteady from shock.

Absorbed by the idea that I’m capable of success.

Obsessed with how disorienting it is to believe in me.

This thing, the connection I feel to stringing words together…
the idea that it could sustain me is groundbreaking.

Control over what I create and when is a freedom I have always craved.

Now, it’s here and I’m frozen in the feeling.

Trying to immerse myself in other work while my mind is buzzing.

There is something lovely about an overwhelming happiness
demanding to be felt and experienced.

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