Have you ever had an experience so profound you can’t really open your mouth to share it with anyone else? You want to selfishly hoard the time as your own and talk around the moment that really moved you, speaking of smaller, less important parts of time. All the while there is this avoidance, this slight tremor of anxiety that someone else experienced your moment and will want to share it back to you, to vocalize it, trivialize it, and in the end, ultimately destroy it? With the damage done and the moment passed there is nothing left to do but turn the whole thing away.
I have yet to really talk about 363 W 16th Street and the things I saw and heard there. I’m holding them close, holding them sacred, as to not lose the importance of the profound experience. Don’t ask me. Yet.
~*LunaSea*~ 
Often the things that we hold most precious are not meant to be taken apart or shared. You are entitled to savor what you found profound, moving, important and perhaps even soul shaking. These are the gifts you took from that experience, that unique moment in time. Smile in the knowledge that you are the owner of an experience that is uniquely your own. Dare to be selfish!
You are so right. I couldn’t have said it any better. And yes, I have been smiling!