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My dreams are intertwined

Magic and realistic

The writing can touch the devine

Brush stokes on cosmic canvas

I paint; deviate from the norm

My imagination like wolves runs wild

I’m never confined; defined

I’m an empress in my own place in time

She’s my light; I won’t be lonely… I sleep.


You know I’m in another place, It isn’t there, but its the only…

Thing I know… Its my dreams;

and I follow them till dawn when I hear your voice

I’m going to be dancing in waterfalls until the sunrise; I can’t help it!

There we are… Together… And neither of us had to move as I dream of your beautiful face!

I must be smiling in my dreams; Im sure of it when its you and me…

So when we say goodnight and I drift away

I came SO MUCH closer to you; your beautiful grace…

You’re my light; so I’ll never be lonely

And It Goes Without


I love you.


She can’t give up…


She won’t …

Beaten as the path we all walk till our deaths

Beaten bruised tattered and torn


She is the fiery storm;

The fiery storm she fears the more than anything

Yet she won’t give up

She walks… and walks…

Alone in solitude

She veils herself like an ancient goddess

Hidden amongst shadows

Why wouldn’t she be?

On planet corrupted with dark clouds?

One must be protected but

The rain pours and drips down…

Alone, cold, damp and dark

Reflections of it all beaming upward

At her face looking sadly down

Dreary gloom…

Her feet place upon them;

Cascading the lights and reflective glow

Lights of dreams always forever flicker and move amongst the rain

She keeps walking

She has to go…

The wake of her forgotten smile is somewhere

So she searches for it

Until time ceases to exist

She can’t give up.

She won’t…

Walking on the beaten path we all walk

Till death.


Am I dreaming?

Half of the time; Dreaming …

Other half: Reality

Which to you is of more importance?

And what becomes of the ones determined?

To “Make” their dreams a reality…

Is it to suffer to succeed or simply breathe;


Close your eyes to see; everything we need.

Life can be quite ambient; the solitude of mind.

But to paint a picture of your dreams.

And manifest what you’ve seen.

Self Realization Absolute.


I sleep…


Checking in with Nina. Journaling and about me.

Ponder1_kindlephoto-670767544 AM May 22nd – I was thinking of going back to sleep but it is beautifully dark, beautifully quiet and peaceful. I just awoke from having multiple dreams. It was the first day of our high school and it was more of a wasteland of stoners than an actual school as blunts were passed around before we walked barefoot into a piss covered hallway leading to our homeroom. It only lasted for about five minutes before we all realized how horrible school was and ran off into the darkness. Darkness? Yes its odd school was in the middle of the night and I’m realizing that now. A woman beats her child for acting up asking if he wants to end up in the downtown eastside when he grows up. My dreamlands are… they are definitely something.

I’m awake now. The coffee is made. It’s cold in the house because my landlord cut off the heat to save money so I’m all bundled up. I want to go to the skatepark down the street today so long as it doesn’t rain on me. I feel kind of like I haven’t been my ever-so-optimistic self lately. Now waking up this early I wonder if it’s because I haven’t been waking up before daylight. This feels far better than seeing light as soon as I’m up. It’s been 4 months since I left the homeless shelter but I still haven’t found a routine that truly satisfies me… I’m addicted to ever-changing life but I feel quite still.

I’ve gotten used to living here and am going to start looking for work soon. I want to work in a plant nursery; So I’m going to try that first. If not… I’ll try something else! Transitioning is going just fine. I consider it done and I’m comfy in my own skin, taking pictures as often as I can and daring to go out in dresses and skirts by my lonesome at the spur of any moment. On the other hand I cry a lot; but I’m not sure if that entirely relates to the hormones or not hahaha… Maybe that is silly. Crying over very little and trivial things… But bigger things are an even harder challenge. Today however I am feeling optimistic. I feel refreshed and ready for whatever.

Just checking in.