There are days when it can be felt
a morning solace, peace of mind
a sort of reason to be able to thrive.
We count on those hours with hope,
not like planning the night before –
oh tomorrow will be that day.
We just feel it in our pores
we know the rains will come steady
as will a basking sunlight of freedom.
We just don’t know when we might
be asked, handle both in the same hour.
–
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
 | a quiet man on Thoughts |
 | Abhishek pathania on Dark Winds |
| a quiet man on Mourning |
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| a quiet man on When In Love |
A Journey Through My Mystical Mind
Curving back within myself I create again and again.
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.
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.
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.
