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After having one of the most mindblowing experiences short of drug related, I find myself without much of substance left to say. It drained me even though I wasn't talking much then either. I'm bursting at the proverbial seams with emotion and zeal, but the words for expressing such a thing escape me. I have nothing to say, but an entire monoloague awaiting words to grace it. It's a terrible feeling. No, that's a lie entirely. In between my routine spells of deepening depression I feel so joyous that I could almost burst into tears. Thats another thing too, lately I've been breaking into tears without warning or reason. A few times were justified, rightfully so, but the rest were just something outside of me. It's almost as if something greater than me is going on. I had a spark of something just then, but now it's gone.