13/02/2025-11/03/2025
They tore me apart and left the ocean in my eyes
A love clot buried deep in my heart,
How do I live on when what I love, by my hand dies?
How else can my fractured mind confess to truth
When what the world wants is more and more lies?
I’m an island; inhabited but alone
Even though once I had been called man
This world no longer feels like home
I’ve dreamt of a heart from which love would never part
But what is freedom worth if it’s all my own?
This is the prayer I will in my being
With strength enough to raise the seas
“That nature remains, in spite of time
A gay reality unbereft of life’s glee
Technicolor filled skies and love among all human beings”
Little Borrowers 