woo
The strange cosmic-level feeling that i am exactly who i am meant to be.
The nervous feeling that I’ve been getting deep pangs of familiarity -with myself- that seems… beyond this cycle.
What… what AM i, exactly? What IS this? Why do i suddenly feel as though I’ve decompressed a history of emotional memory dating beyond my -life-.
woo
I think perhaps i’m starting to… really believe my own narrative. I don’t know. But it feels REAL. Very real…
But *nervous laughter* this is supposed to be a perception thing right hah. Realness of Belief in the worth of it’s own impact? Something like that? Heh.
Why does this feel… really real. How... ?