I stood on this pier
more times than I might remember,
this picture speaks to my reality,
and yet,
everyday another sun rises.
I don’t understand why
I live this life of
melancholy,
a person told me once,
after awhile we get good,
practice, practice
I’d like to find a new routine
there are certain realities
that I can never let go of,
constant reminders
that tell me to remember …
I don’t understand the concept …
letting go.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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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.
