Oh, to be where I belong! To be amongst those on my level, to see the same and to feel the same. To revel amongst the similar, to sail familiar waters, to stay warm, curled up into a ball. What desire I have to be back there, where people are simpler, where my head hurts not as much. What dreams I might have there, in sleep undisturbed. What softness I might be surrounded by, sliding off like water, but leaving its tingling sensation behind.

But I am here, where ‘here’ is full of sharp corners, angry skies, uncertain sharks. Here is the circle of soft chairs where pain is decided, where rules are made and broken. Here is where stumbling in with the sun happens more often than naught. Here is waking up with a dinner plate in your head, throbbing and flexing. Here is the life away from the pillow, the life beyond the bedcovers. A world of painted smiles, and real teeth.

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