There are spacious rooms in me that, until recently, had been occupied by dreams and fantasies. I escorted these unwanted guests from the premises and celebrated my newly gained freedom. But the initial joy has worn off and the rooms remain unoccupied . The emptiness is maddening and lonely. I need to move myself in; to fill these rooms with blood and guts and flesh and bone; but I am afraid to live with myself; to grapple with my unmet needs and accompanying sorrows. Tomorrow is another day. Perhaps I will find the courage then.

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