the we inside me.

there are things that happens to us, things that steal away precious time. the reshaping of our minds and our thoughts. stealing away days at a time, and it’s ok, when we’re young.

we can deal those days away like cards

everything we learn is a gift and a burden to carry until we stop carrying it tight against our chest. it’s a wonderland outside, and inside, when we put that stone down. challenging to stay wondering, but helpful to begin to believe something about ourselves other than that thing that happened almost one year ago. sad or not sad, it is always a blessing, best to turn that tight curve with both hands.

it is helpful to have a nocturnal imagination. finding your feet inside your dreams is a sought after activity. the closer to the ground you get, the more obvious the shame. this is a neutral statement.

this is a tale of two halves. maybe three segments, voices and manipulations. it is true, that when you speak only goodness, you can begin to feel as you did when the world was blameless, and the happenings of the heart were still incoming. a reset, for the magic of transmorphic ability, a reset in the cells. you are now seen. witness yourself from your heteronormative upbringing, with your heterosexist viewpoints. hard to stuff so much of the world inside that box, especially when you’re standing in the middle of it. introspective..self respecting, the world is changing, you can change with it.

Art credit : Charlotte, New Mexico, 1986. Albert Watson, b. 1942.. Pigment print