I find beauty and pain when I begin to write again.
Although my thoughts pour out perfectly onto this page, I have come to recognize that only when I am broken, that is when my words flow gently out of my mind.
I sadly have no one to pick up my pieces right now, so here I am. Writing down every little thing that escapes my mind. As if that’ll help put me back together.
I want to believe that… the dead are not lost to us. That they speak to us… as part of something greater than us - greater than any alien force. And if you and I are powerless now, I want to believe that if we listen, to what’s speaking, it can give us the power to save ourselves. Then we believe the same thing.
Chay Reed is the NINTH reported transgender woman murdered this year…. If you aren’t angry then you aren’t paying attention. Protect trans women of colour at ALL costs. Rest in peace, and power Chay. 😔🙏🏻💕