Tag Archives: solitude

Untitled. Nina

I can hear the trains and buzz of traffic

The beeping of a stopping bus and chirping of the birds

Cutting through the silence of the dark morning before the dawn

I feel the quietness of the sounds through the air

And all is well in my little world; such solitude this morning

While I drink my black coffee;
The block sleeps at 5 am

untitled day 362 — Dana Ansari’s Trans Girl Blog

When you close your eyes on the subway. Because you don’t want them to look into your eyes. To see what you’ve become last night – and cast off yet again. That your only hope and desire is for your next hit of unconditional acceptance. As the world speeds around you. Your […]

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