// Illusionists//
I had a dream that I lived in a strong house. It was a safe home. I was relieved to come home, not afraid. Home felt like trust and stability. There was no one building mansion wings when the kitchen was left empty. This home was my foundation. My future wasn’t dependent on the window makers or the mansion wing builders. It lent me the freedom to risk fearlessly, without the condemnation of judgement. I never sat at the window like a bird. I never felt lonely in my own home.
