A pandemic haze

I: A scientist is someone who endlessly studies the facts, the "why" and "how".

II: An artist is someone who translates their world for others to experience.

III: Both often experience infinite curiosity.

IV: Sometimes one is both a scientist and an artist.

V: Forever searching out the "why"s, and blending their mind to create something others will understand.

VI: Most just want to be seen and understood, as this artist does.

VII: Enter the world and mind of a transmasc nonhuman living in a human body.

VIII: Please understand that all found herein is subject to interpretation.

IX: May your world be the richer for peering through these strange and intense glasses.

The days blur together and

I’m not entirely sure

what I want from life.

Living to next day is enough right now,

feeling disconnected from reality

living in a haze, unsure of who I am.

I’m no longer any of the many versions,

changing every year, that I used to be.

At least I’m happy, or is it manic?

If I have to spend another month

talking to myself, or to the internet

instead of to other people,

will I still be okay?

Am I okay now?

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This year has felt like

a slowly flowing haze,

only eight days,

but it’s getting hard

to remember “before”.

I envelope myself in creation,

daydreams, disassociation,

fly away from this place…

the days are only getting longer,

and soon I can return

with the warmer sun.

A Flittering Flame