Kizanth Robinson
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Lifelong writer, LGBT+ advocate, and trans man, here to share stories and writing of all varieties with the world.
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Love Letters to the Great Unknown
Through your eyes And yet, where I have been You are so small, my love, when you begin. Your importance and potential cause the world to shake, the heavens to open up, and an outpouring of wonder, fear, and worry in seemingly equal measure. You are the product of nature’s most basic, and most complex systems, propagation thanks to oscillation and collision. You are not always planned, but even when you are, the chaos that you bring is a vision of the infinite. The mysteries of the Universe are held in your tiny hands, before you have even drawn your first external breath. I’m in constant awe of you, baby.
By Kizanth Robinson4 years ago in Families
Love Letters to the Great Unknown
Listen to my heart, can’t you hear it sing? Telling me to give you everything… Today, my cherub, I want to address something I love about you that may not seem, on the surface, a Thing to be Loved. There is a quality you possess that is tempered, like the glass of a very expensive hand-held supercomputer. This part of you is startling to some, comforting to others, and it is something that begins when a person is young, a slow-growing bud that flowers into Atropa Belladona, which is only for guests. This aspect of your being is something that outsiders must be prepared for through their own knowledge seeking, lest they, through ignorance or self-doubt, sample its berries to their own detriment. Today, my Lion of Freedoms, I exalt above your other beloved traits, the bulbous flame of your righteous fury.
By Kizanth Robinson4 years ago in Motivation
Love Letters to the Great Unknown
Oh, Dear. Oh, Love. Oh, Light of My Day. Very smart people doing Smart People Things™ say that the average number of thoughts a brain produces in a day is somewhere around 6,200. I, with my anxious brain, will lay claim to a higher number, if only for reasons that will come to light as you continue to indulge me in this, a glorious quest for endorphins through words. On this, I proclaim that my brain, within which you occupy space, experiences the delightfully plump number of eight thousand, seven hundred, and fifty two thoughts per day, and nine thousand, one hundred, and four thoughts on days when sleep comes far later than I’d probably like.
By Kizanth Robinson4 years ago in Motivation
