The rules,
the naysayers,
the emotional rollercoaster
would suggest
nothing at all
for the feel of her skin
against my own
would be much like the rains
upon my cheek in a quiet
autumnal shower,
welcome, invigorating, sensual.
What if
we might touch,
what then.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
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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.
