This place reminds me one time
in the middle of a summer rain
we lay about our lives alone
inside the silence of our eyes.
You wake, I woke, we spoke of
those immediate wants we
knew might suggest we did
yet somehow could we live
forever in a dream, a state of mind
yet your eyes always told the truth,
and I couldn’t stand to know,
so I tried, though I always cried.
It seems apparent, seems forever
a lasting memory is all the matter
 | a quiet man on Thoughts |
 | Abhishek pathania on Dark Winds |
| a quiet man on Mourning |
 | erroneouschoices on Mourning |
| a quiet man on When In Love |
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." š
Fleeting Emotions, perpetual words.
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