There’s a feeling that’s attuned to when I’m allowed to go to inside my head, when I’m able to make space to experience exploring. I would like to think of it as a safe space, I even tell myself it is just that, but it’s not as simple as that. It’s a space full of decisions, judgment, and disappointment… it’s also a space of wonder, elation, and joy. It’s a space that allows for a sense of control to be possible. A space where I can find a identity within myself. It’s an arena. It’s a stage. It’s a safe place to play just as it’s a safe place to fail. Any part of me is in bounds without need for self censorship.
Diminish time spent with this space, and I am diminished as well.
Zygote Blum 