Kyna, Seeker of Caffeine @Kyna@glitch.social

Still we laugh and love and joke
And we mourn inside as well
If they come for me I won’t choke
Yet several still have told that tell

More went by own hands and as testament
I pen this down least you forget

Sonnet 7/1/18

It’s just three of us here
As laundry dries arrhythmic witness
United in our identity trans queer
Coping with things most miss

The burden of our living those like us
As turning on the tube wondering who’s next
Wondering why we’re here if the world’s just
As another sibling shows up as crawl text

@rachel of course you’d favorite that one

“But Kyna, you’re moving right now”
Why do you think I write this shit

And suddenly you’re unpacking and just open a box that was sealed up at the 11th hour of fuck this and find networking cables in a knot around spaghetti and other assorted pastas

But sedate circumstance of moving is honestly not there. It’s always a deadline that crashes on you faster and faster every time you blink.

Even under the most sedate circumstances you’re still processing what goes where and should I keep this or shed this?
Then you misplace stuff and it ends up lost.

I sincerely hate moving.

Impossible? Impossible is the cry of the coward and the weak, impossible is the crow of the oppressor who sneers at your attempt to best their system. Impossible is the challenge set before all mortality, and I dare spit in it’s eye and declare I will do the impossible with a grin.

So do you stand with me, or do you accept the boot in your face?

Coffee, or more commonly known as be human juice

It is surprising how much you can work with only three hours of sleep and a lot of gumption

Is it Eberron time?