4 days.

Roughly 4000 days ill. 4 days clear with zero symptoms. Thats about a tenth of one percent. I am blinded, slightly, by the light, in the most pleasant and intoxicating way.

I am realing. In a good way. momories and emotions flooding back in. Smells wafting up from childhood. Voices from the past, people, things I forgot, all opening up. A chair is a chair, not a facismile, and I smile and laugh and still talk too much.

I walked home from L's tonight. Rain. the sound of denim against wool. The soft slip of track flats on the asphalt. The city in the distance. And....silence. No distortion, no...

If I could nto find the words to describe the illness in 4000 nights, I will not find the words for wellness tonight.

4 days. Fucking A right.