Home Sweet Home

Once I bought a ticket to the theater. Shakespeare’s play. Some old, small stage in London. I never needed more. I was prepared quite well. The dress, the shoes, the mood. I had it all. The moment I sat on that balcony I knew I was home. It felt right. Better than anything before. For one day I returned to Wonderland. Restored my faith, was not afraid of who I was. I belonged there. And nothing else mattered.