Letters from the Margins
Letters from the Margins
A space between the lines — where writing meets becoming.🌅 Opening Reflection
The sky tonight looks like something half-healed. I keep thinking about how silence holds more than just the absence of sound — it holds stories, too.
I love how I can speak through the silence with out saying a word, I know longer see it as a curse but a gift.
What I’m Writing
I’m slowly crafting a piece about a man named Solaris (who is born in a world were no one has a mouth but him and everyone speaks through their eyes and body language), that describes my world in my head when I was younger, because finding words to fit my feelings was hard so instead I created an inner world I snuck off to, I still do go there but now ill be able to share my world with you.
What’s Been On My Mind
I’ve been thinking about how people always seem to have invisible rules, with dating and platonic relationships but yet push talking about communication. Being autistic is like playing monopoly when everyone else is playing uno.
Books I'm Sitting With
- The Giver- just something I have always wanted to read
- More than a white mans religion — The bible is not what it seems
- Embodied — A Christian perspective on trans kids.
🕯 Why This Page Exists
This letter is for anyone still fumbling toward their name. I’m writing because sometimes the only way out is through — and writing helps me remember that I’m not the only one becoming.
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