I don't wanna go back to normie bullshit world. I don't wanna go home. I don't wanna go back to not being just...open and accepted and loved for what I am and who I AM and not having to mask or perform or present in any way except what's capital-T true and having to be who I pretend to be.
It can't last forever, what makes these sorts of things so incredibly special is how ephemeral and fleeting they are, but that doesn't make the goodbyes any easier or the hole left any less vacuous. Oh the joys, oh the wonders, oh the fucking goddamn magic of it all. Gawds I wish it could be forever though. That the magic could be forever, that the heights never erode, that the pinnacles never fade, that the lights never dim.
Fuck. I don't want to go home. I have to hold tight, tighter than anything. never let go of the feelings of unshackled wonder and unhindered, uninhibited, righteous JOY of this, all of this. Gawds. It will all come again. Only time in between.
