Most of my life happened in a room.
I tried so many different suits BUT still walked out with nothing other than the clothes I had on walking in.
My room was something that killed me.
It cooked me.
It disguised me.
I ran from the world to my room.
But I found the world in my room.
The place I escaped from and to, became the place I found and faced myself.
You’re in your room right now.
Maybe it’s small, or maybe it’s large.
Either way, you have an opportunity right now– you can rot in your room, and recover from it later– eventually restarting the old (but dead) life you lived.
Or you can change clothes.
Walk out a different person, be different.
…no matter what you choose,
I’ll wait for you outside 🙂
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