A pen hovers over page, waivers, drops.
I’ve forgotten how,
words lost,
hidden behind the veil.
The remaining story,
rooted between the letters of past chapters.
Unembraced; uncouragous.
It consumes itself,
feeding on rotten words,
like a dog forgotten in a cage.
musings on the road to nowhere
Talking mental health with Sam Dylan Finch.
Musings from a Trans Philosopher
Foregrounding marginalised voices
Mental health advocacy through storytelling and art.
Musings and Vignettes
Sad things. Happy things. Angry things and silly things. Other things
A place for art, writing, music performance, and reflections on mental health and addiction.
Politics, Society, Satire, Fiction, Fun Stuff
I can't go back to yesterday, I was a different person then.
How one gay man left his closet...
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