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.
Inspired by this cold new “Covid 19” world during a time of social/political woe
your hand brushed mine and you ran like a warrior goddess
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.
Inspired by this cold new “Covid 19” world during a time of social/political woe
your hand brushed mine and you ran like a warrior goddess