There's a little village way up on the top of this mountain. A far away place in the depths of my mind, its full of jagged cliffs and mountain goats, a place only the truly adventurous travel. The road is treacherous and steep, but the view is incredible. That's where I tuck my heart for safe keeping. Not locked in a box, not sealed away unfeeling, but protected by people who love me, and far out of reach of just anybody's grasp. It's where I reside most of the time. I don't have walls. I can't have walls. If I'm going to be an actor, I have to be able to reach all aspects of myself. But not just anyone gets to live in my village. My mecca.
Seriously, its an awesome place. My life is awesome. (And that's not a metaphor). I don't lack for anything. Books, music, culture and friends. Family, art, and a little padded room when necessary. (Little bipolar joke there, its okay you can laugh). Every once and awhile I travel down my mountain for someone really special. And I mean- really special. Its a long trip. I don't make it for just anybody. So when I do, its a helluva party. And one helluva tough climb back when I have to make it alone. That's where I'm at this morning. Starting the climb. My village is waiting for me. I'm making my retreat. Battered and bruised but never broken, I will arrive safe and sound. And I'll hang out there awhile. Me and my heart. Safe in my life that I've created for myself. Surrounded by my villagers, my music, my art.
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