time is cucking me, where I am both closer than I was before to real-meta-physical freedom of being
it feels that t o p surgery has come and gone, and i missed it
i imagine the time after it, what happens after the period silence begins, when you’re granted you grasped the ________ you’ve waited eternity for
now what ---- haunts me
i’m haunted by a dull future after initial excitement and shininess newness
im haunted by the constant potential of the present and the undying -----
the --- that waits came
from past, but it lives with me
They happen at the same time, nothing tears them apart, they luv each other
2tmonths ago and my post voice has left me
voice shrills in minor excitement nothing hides i verbally emote more than did before,
my Voice has never been this alive
unfortunately grief comes from others my mother again grieves my light voice and she will again grieve my light body
this will never be a time for grieving, and i discourage anyone from participating in that grief i refuse to let anyone believe that im dying that im dead, dont understand no one could see the dreadful existence he was living before
this is more life-giving than cruel, you see me in my happiness queerdom my transness and fuc king
smile
-ELi
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