The happy place

Having had interesting conversations with various friends has made me in a great mood as i lie here atop the bed in my underwear with my dogs nearby

I had my picture taken today for the access card. When I saw the lunatic grinning back at me — from a red and bloated face with a wild beard and asymmetrical nose which has a tint of red just like the beard — on the screen

The lady asked me if I was happy with the picture, I just shrugged and said well I look like that

I used to be handsome and now I look like a that,

it’s my face

It looks like that

I like it, it’s mine

And I have been speaking about stuff from deep within with my friends, I showed them the kintsugi vase I am making of myself, and thus vulnerable, they help me put the pieces back together

Again

Because I value my kindness and have opted to try to keep this side of myself

Because without it, I am not sure who I would be

But still, this time it’ll be darker

There’s no helping it

And the temperature is mild, the dogs are mild, and the moon is somewhere up there in the sky

I am the luckiest man I know