If when you visit
do you sense the tears
behind my words.
I was wondering
if ever there is a time
when while in a quiet
can you hear my voice.
I was wondering
when in the morning
the sunlight rays remind
me of miles of trails
I was wondering
if when we meet again
will we ever ,,,
really understand then.
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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.
