I woke up here.
Here is somewhere else
I’ve been before.
The light is golden
The morning soft and vibrant.
I feel normal today,
And normal is bliss.
I am in my home,
Or it is within me.
Sometimes
I wake in that golden home
The best of what used to be.
Staining me in the mornings.
Deep beyond my flesh.
Daylight will evaporate it over the hours.
But I will sleep,
And rise again,
To the rose-tinted deja vu of memory.
A slight smile pulling at my lips.
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty
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