Had a restful day with my lover and my friends. It’s at the end of a day like today that I sometimes say a word to the Lord, thanking him for what I have. I like to let him know that I’m trying to polish up the dark spots that creep in - the ugly thoughts that have no proper place in a full life. I am not delusional, and I am not pious; I know that self-improvement comes from making conscious changes. But there’s something about whispering, in my mind, to that thing up there; something about holding myself to it. Then I close the door to my bedroom, get under the covers, and listen to this song on repeat.
“Every place I go I take another place with me.” That’s the beauty of this whole thing, isn’t it?
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