it's like i walked into this amazingly beautiful hotel. it had a strong foundation and beautiful architecture, so i wandered around the lobby and took it all in and got to feeling at home, and i loved it. more than anything i've ever loved before. but then i got bored with everything being so nice and safe and permanent. so i decided to see what other rooms and people and sites that hotel held. and i climbed into the elevator. at every floor i stopped. i went room to room. i met new people. i had wonderful times. i had lovers and best friends and happiness and also trauma and depression and sad times. and so i kept going up. floor to floor. taking the people i loved most with me.

and then one day, i realized i was almost to the top. and when i stepped out, i was back in the lobby. except this time i was okay with that. no, not okay like i was accepting it. okay like i was finally realizing that it was exactly what i'd been searching for down all of those long empty hallways, behind those closed doors.

and i was glad to be back.

xo-kt