THE CLOSET MYSTIC

I just wish I could have given you my best self. but I couldn’t. I guess the best self is something that exists like a memory within each of us. We know it’s there, because we were it, at a point. We were it in our childhood, we were it when we shone like the Sun, before the drapes closed through adolescence and into adulthood. It would be there, but then this would happen, and that would happen, and I’d get home, they’d break my heart in a million different ways time and time again, aches both radically acute and despairingly chronic, and I tried. I swear to God, I tried. But oh, I’m here now. I’m here now, and I made it. I finally have my own home, what I wanted for years and years as long as I can remember is finally here. and it really feels like the Sun has come back up, where I notice myself just being me. Just being me. The creativity has come back, just cause. The natural instinct to just create just cause is back. So much is returning. I am happy, that’s just who I am.