In this digital age I write on digital page
Entering the matrix at light speed
Screen time phenomenon encompasses the world
The latest tech always awaits you yet
With little more than some gigabites I figure write
I figured right to signal light
Across the world wide web
I hope this finds you in a peaceful state of mind to dwell
A very random hand written journal entry
Im not sure what I was thinking when I wrote this haha. But it looks pretty ^.^
Maybe nobody on here knows who I am anymore… I am a trans girl, 38 years old living in Vancouver BC… I have worked many jobs and graduated college but I am on disability. To be brutally honest the last 10 years of my life; work was sex work. Some say its the oldest job around. Others might say I’m a whore.
I started this blog many years ago when I found myself living in the Yukon Homeless Shelter here in Vancouver. I had imagined I would be spending a lot longer homeless but thanks to friends and MPA society I landed myself a very nice suite in a neighborhood I had dreamed of. I started this blog thinking maybe I am documenting life on the streets. But it didnt turn out that way. And honestly this is so much more for me. It is such a blessing.
Now I am living under a housing program with MPA society. I have to give MPA society all of their flowers because of the crucial role they had in getting me housing. Not only getting me housing but because of their help, I was able to get sober. I am an addict. But I am 4 years clean.
Nowadays I spend a lot of time inside. Although I have a great life. Although I am clean. Mental illness, addiction and trauma have taken its toll and agoraphobia has a substantial impact on how often I am running around the city. Which is not as much as I used to, not by far. However I do get out. Just not as much. And I do live a very joyous life.
I have indulged in many forms of art that I like to pursue on all my platforms, poetry, music, art, graffiti, photography and video. Modeling? Haha. I love wordpress so much; it is a beautiful place.
Maybe I’ll leave it at that for now. A little of who I am and where I am coming from.
Tata!
-Nina
In this winding net we weave and still believe in
Fact or fiction. What is this vision called reality?
My dreams sometimes seem far more tangible
So which existence is it we really live in or which ones a vision?
Perhaps neither are alive or… what we deem is our survival
Too much mandela effect here and deja vu
Psychedelics leave us more clues
They say seeing speaks reality into existence
I see eyes in all directions when I’m trippin
As the matrix watches I walk through that particular realm
How many are there? Honestly which one is real?
Image from Etsy. Link:
Buddha Giclee Blotter Art Print 900 Tabs Archival Quality Psychedelic Acid Free Paper – Etsy Canada
We live and dwell draped in a veil
Blinded and wondering where does the truth lie
Distraction tactics on the masses pushing plastic from the jurassic
The world is going up in smoke; we better have a classic coke
A sad joke
And jokes aside what comes to mind
Is what the world needs to entail
Coming together and peace prevail
Common sense! Dear rulers; no more bombs descent
No more small arms for men
First world, third world theres no difference
All individuals deserve a decent world to live
But I’ll say again, we are veiled and distracted
Sheeps masked and maybe I was designed to be tasked with this
Who knows, but I need to find a loop hole; to move
Growth
I could try to type to light a fire with words
But I try to write to make it right ; Flight like birds
Touch the skyline of the city with compassion
Guanyin tactics needed to drastically manage this planet
Whether your Christian Muslim or Catholic
Peace be upon you… in other words you could say salaam too…
Regardless we can all praise the jewel in the lotus
With mindful focus
Its the peace we need to find
You know this
Image: Buddhas hand. – China
The typewriter magic clickedy clackin’
I ransack the tacklebox for shiny tabernak and apple sauce
I basket my ball and dribble with fiddle sticks a little bit; aweeee shiet.
Art by: ByteyCreatives Shop | Redbubble
When the clouds part; when the sky blue
When the old out; and the in new
Im waiting here; In eye of storm
Shining bright; sunshine at dawn
Photo by: lyleritcher on Instagram
Freedom at the tips of my finger; I write on whim
I just write, write a bit till its done, its fin
Days can be strange but I find peace in all
Freedom in all; Even inside of these walls
Freedom in the traffic in the concrete jungle
On the bus or on my bike I am moving undone now
Undone is the release peace of mind I can find
At any place, at any day, at anytime
With so much drama in the world today; find time to play
Breathe in the ocean and trees when its needed please just
Don’t let it get to you; you are wonderful / indredible
We can all put our best food forward towards a better future
Where everything grows naturally happily
I want to put these puzzle pieces together clever
A world peace endevour
Can we all please get along now its been so long now
So its its time to put the bombs down
Deweaponize and calm now
Do we really need to harm this earth? I think not is the plot
Thats why I choose to jot
Mother earth doesnt ask for much I wish not to take
Today we give back.
Today is the day.
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