always shut doors and open windows, why the chill breeze on my back - i can’t bear all this fresh opportunity streaming blue, screaming who are you to refuse a calling? consider this a push into further than can be seen, for cold feet and hot hands busy with potential, view so wide it can’t be contained by panes split straight and squared, lines drawn and crossed, your leaving a threshold like a question still standing and abandoned, another empty frame
Writing stuff when you don't have a full picture yet is fun.
Ah yes, the rumored gender, a rare and elusive sight
make themselves known
beneath the wave of madness.
i am reaching out to the bodies
and hoping they have not been
crushed under all the weight.
~K.T.
the kindness of monsters was never a lie but always served some other goals
Facing the Struggle as a Queer Transgender Refugees. We Need Your Help. 🌈
Hi there,
I'm AshleymilesPhil, a transgender queer refugee, and today I’m reaching out with an urgent plea. Life in the refugee camp is incredibly harsh for our LGBTIQ community. We’re facing extreme shortages of food, clean water, medicine, and safe shelter. Each day is a fight for survival, and without basic necessities, it’s getting harder to hold on.
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Thank you for your time, for caring, and for sharing this journey with us. Your support is everything.
With deep gratitude,
AshleymilesPhil
I know you do not exist
But you think you do
Looking for darkness
In broad daylight
Do you ever begin a project, make some starting steps (write some code, opening paragraph, draw some lines etc) and next day you wake up you suddenly don't have that spark, that ebb which drove you to starting? Your ideas gone, and you still kinda want to do it, but there's next to no drive?
it feels like most days, i’m
standing still, observing the
movement as it blurs past
my tired vision.
~K.T.