I do, every day,
every moment,
I look around my room,
wherever I might be,
and I imagine you
if only your spirit,
that’s all you’ll give me,
all I really deserve.
I’m really stuck,
I feel like I cannot turn around
without discovering another fear
a moment of recall
a place of forgotten reason
all part of a larger scheme
of wondering just why it is
I might feel any entitlement
beyond the sacrifice
of love.
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A collection of beautiful thoughts, pictures and information
A blog of my struggles with mental illness, social isolation and being transgender n a hostile world.
I read, I write, I sketch. For fun.
Some Things Are Better Off Read
The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination- Albert Einstein
Poetry and words
A place where you can be human.
Poetry that purrs. It's reowr because the cat said so.
Introspections artistry externalized
Sharing my little corner of the world
A Place to Enjoy the Beauty All Around us.
Maximum Exposure
Every now and then my head is racing with thoughts so I put pen to paper
Downpour
Brett Kristian
"She believed she could, so she did." 🌙
Fleeting Emotions, perpetual words.
