fingers slipping joints clicking every moment counts digits creaking thoughts fading time is running out no more posting no more scrolling you can’t WhatsApp me now battery’s dying signal’s failing . . .
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Image credit: 8machine@ Unsplash The image shows two skeleton’s hands reaching towards a digital device enveloped in purple-pink haze.
Yep, my little spam problem is back *sigh* If you see I’ve just popped a like in your post, please check your spam. Very likely you’ll find me there fuming. Please fish me out🎣
(The image shows a child looking at his image in a clear glass.)
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Standing silently He stares at his reflection Raises his arms above his head Turn his hands this way and that Assuring himself that it was indeed only his reflection He drops to the floor sitting cross-legged Quietly he starts to tell his story The whispers interspersed with soft giggles After a while he says a silent goodbye And moves away from his reflection, another him Being an only child, he chose himself as his friend
They keep asking me as if somehow, I can just look in the mirror and know. Am I a boy or a am I a girl? I do not know.I
The that appeal to me. Keep your trucks and GI Joe’s, it’s to the theatre I want to go.
Yet standing here so gaunt and thin, wishing for things that have never been discussed out loud or in private company. What I would do for all the jewels and wealth in the world, I would give it all up for a small bit of money.
Cash to pay the surgeons bill, who’d change this boy into a girl.