Stalker • 3/6/23
March 6 Like a shadow of another life following me in my wake A shell I cannot expunge myself of and remove Traces… breadcrumbs always remaining I am a walking corpse filled with converging & conflicting identities of life and death Forms of existence that cannot, must not coincide My past the corpse, my increasingly unlikely future the life in me that remains My existence and truth is and always will be rebellion With every breath I take, I amresistingdefying probabilities, beating odds, stirring rage And yet I keep breathing. - Stalker
March 10
It shouldn’t have to be like this
I shouldn’t have to stand trial for my identity and
Provide evidence as if it would not be true in its absence