What’s the point of real life? I’d rather have a daydream.
A poem I wrote shortly after reading a number of articles about PTSD treatment.
I can hardly remember the days when life was simple...
This is what taking a shower feels like when you have gender dysphoria.
Untroubled, not a single care
Shining eyes filled with wonder
You see the world as if through the lens of a camera
you were an overflowing pen that took to my pages
Heavy cover draped over me, typing and deleting inspirationlessly.
I actually wrote this in late 2021/early 2022, but I found it again and resonated with it just as much now as I did then, so I felt like posting it.
Not a single person knows how hard it is to ignore every single voice every single day and night...
An abstract poem about dysphoria and other things
What’s the point of real life? I’d rather have a daydream.
A poem I wrote shortly after reading a number of articles about PTSD treatment.
I can hardly remember the days when life was simple...
This is what taking a shower feels like when you have gender dysphoria.
Untroubled, not a single care
Shining eyes filled with wonder
You see the world as if through the lens of a camera
you were an overflowing pen that took to my pages
Heavy cover draped over me, typing and deleting inspirationlessly.
I actually wrote this in late 2021/early 2022, but I found it again and resonated with it just as much now as I did then, so I felt like posting it.
Not a single person knows how hard it is to ignore every single voice every single day and night...
An abstract poem about dysphoria and other things