Life on the River
Wednesday, 3 January 2024
within the garden of being, I am but a fleeting firefly, my verses mere whispers in the night. I am the dewdrop on the petal of time, glistening for a moment, then vanishing into the embrace of dawn
I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
When Franz Kafka said: “i cannot make you understand. i cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. i cannot explain it to myself”
The gender neutral urge to create something that will outlast you even after death, even after your name is forgotten so that you’ll live on forever in the art you left behind and emotionally connect to people long after death.
"Anyone who cares about you has to realize that you need a little looking after."
"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."
Tuesday, 2 January 2024
Home with my Husband
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My natural place
The person connected to the person that caught this said….. The person that captured this a few years ago hence the picture quality (sorry) Caught it at the Basin Park Hotel in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. It’s a very old hotel. This picture was sent to me by a bartender that works there. She took the one of what we believe to be a little kid looking down the corridor at them. The reason it was taken was due to the fact that reports were made and things were heard but capturing things on film became a priority so we could prove we were not imagining things.
We Opened Pandora's Box
Now there's no going back. The drive towards effeminacy is very strong.
Desperate Choices
Food
