Learning how to dance again.

The saying of love with trust bridges burning.

Structural euphemism fly anaestetics to sleep…

I sleep and fly into epiphanies.

Dance…Dance..

Dance!

Drink drink.

Learning to crawl so I can walk.

Learning to walk so I may fly again into burning my bridges.

Flower. Dance. Dance. Dance. Stoned.

A little bit if cocaine to speed myself. A little bit. A little bit.

Coping with distance.

All smiles for the dance of ego.

The smoke is scorching and beats of hammers. Repair. Dance. Dance.

Love sweet nothing.

A heart.

After much long stress and discussion, I will no longer be in school starting next semester. I need time to handle my own health with transitioning, emotional spectrum. My own life needs a break, as I do not have supportive parental guidance in my own personal journey. The results of disregarding/setting aside your trans daughters needs will not suffice to simply “finish school”—when I am responsible for my own financial transition and personal integrity. Here’s to Nat’l Coming out day to the people who survived so much only to push away my identity as pathology. Thanks.