it’s a sort of culture of inclusion and safety to be allowed to be free without worry of being judged or scrutinized for what you look like, or what you dress like, for the parts of your body that might show— the ones that aren’t usually revealed no one looking…

all I hear is the sound of traffic— cars whooshing past… right here, my little window to the world lets it all in —it clouds my head and makes me hate the road …I’d rather live near the airport than on a busy street because at least the sound of machines in…

you’re not gonna have it every day some days will just be dry and itchy and all kinds of sad— a mental wasteland… doesn’t mean it all won’t come together for you soon… the lemon tree is outside, my friend, and my allergies are acting up read a Murakami short while strolling…

she said, I’m gonna make my own club and dance my own dance and sing my own song because they won’t let me through the door, they won’t take me seriously, she said — won’t take a chance on my sort of words with their rambling streams and their burgeoning…

you help me make sense of the absurd and bring perspective to an otherwise ridiculous set of circumstances… it is the peak of my day when I get to hear your voice and listen to you throw daggers at the world and all its foolishness… time flies when I am with you…

I can walk uphill, but it isn’t pleasant I can sleep through the chaos, but it’s bad for all my dreams… I’ll discuss the stupid bullshit and entertain your trivialities but don’t expect me to become this — to wear clothes such as these — I won’t… because this really isn’t…

I am jogging through the hills behind my former high school and I push myself harder to numb myself from intrusive thoughts… if the body is under physical strain, the mind is hamstrung — the worries fade… I like when I can go for several blocks and not see a single soul… it’s…

why do you give me people who do not understand why place me with this crew am I truly a sentient mix of all their primordial stuff… they couldn’t spot the gift if it were shoved right up their tightly-sealed asses these humans, with the way they settle, and the…

went to a local museum and saw some paintings on the wall… loved the quiet peacefulness of the place, if only all creative works were looked upon with such reverence, it might be a world I’d like living in much more… I enjoyed the captions displayed next to each piece — it’s…