It's good to have a place to go where we don't have to be so spectacular all the time. It's good to know where to turn when things feel inside out and backwards. It's good to feel welcome in my own domain, just as I am without trying to hide the blemishes of neglect and despair. My heart always wanted this little corner, the dignity of this cavern of relative discretion.
We all want a place in the sun, a stage to dance and sing upon, but nothing could be better than a quiet little corner to soften the stress of even the happy excesses. This is the toxicity after the bliss of deep integration, the hangover if you will. It's not really all that bad as hangovers go. And in a few days I will remember what I learned.
Holding court for the underappreciated is an underattended event. Yes, well I dabbled in my glory and now I feel the dismal drift of disappointing ambience, disappointing connections and falling short therapies. I guess when you hang out a sign like this one you don't get people waiting in line overnight just to insure admittance.
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