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I read one of my poems on TikTok.

You can view it there if you would like to listen.

Mental: Part 1

-MENTAL: PART 1- In the dim light of a trembling heart, where whispers cling like shadows, haunting me louder than laughter, I tread the twisted corridors of my mind— a fractured mosaic of misfits, stitched together by the restless threads of insomnia and doubt. Each heartbeat echoes, a relentless reminder of unvoiced truths sprawled across the silence, like confetti scattered in the wind, only to be drowned by the biting critiques, their barbs cutting deeper than wounds, inflicted by cruelty’s hand.

In crowded spaces, voices twist into mumbles, a cruel symphony, suffocated beneath the tide of my own isolation. Oh, how I crave clarity in a world shrouded in fog and uncertainty; my body, a fragile fortress, betrays me, sensitive to the world’s offerings, a parade of foods I must forgo, colors that elude my grasp, while the weight of iron deficiency sinks into my skin, fragile as the rain-soaked paper.

Celiac stalks through my veins, an uninvited ghost dragging a tapestry of sorrow, my dreams served cold and untouched. Each meal is a battleground, forged from the web of allergens, a gamble with my very essence. Tormenting faces follow me— soured laughter, mocking glances, their jeers weaving through my psyche like a haunting melody of defeat, reminders of their power over my skin, of battles raged unseen.

The screen glows with their venom, a litany of malice, tainting trust, ghosts of relationships mutated by cruelty, their whispers trap me in a hall of mirrors, each reflection heavy with despair, each click a knife that pierces my heart.

I write to shatter the silence, to weave the threads of my fragmented self into a vivid tapestry— an anthem of survival, a battle cry against the noise. This is not merely my story; it is a flicker of countless unspoken battles, an ode to the strength buried deep within, a reminder that amidst the chaos, we are the architects of our quiet rebellion, stitching together a symphony of resilience, crafting beauty from the noise of existence. -A.K

Compiling all my poetry, working on a book.

This could be my second book, hopefully within a few years, it'll be completed as a first draft.

I probably shouldn't write when I'm baked.

-Puff- On Wednesdays, we come together, unapologetically embracing our choices At 31, I still find comfort in THC as I navigate through PTSD The therapist's office is my sanctuary, a space for honesty and healing If my vibe doesn't resonate with you, I understand I have no time for judgment from those who haven't experienced my struggles Puff-puff, watch the smoke rise Life isn't a punchline, and I negate stigmatization for seeking solace Depression and ADHD are my daily battles, but this plant gently mends my soul, piece by piece From emptiness to warmth, I've found resilience In the haze, I've discovered my inner strength I don't seek condemnation from those who don't understand I've made peace with my demons, and now I'm growing Just as I haven't walked in your shoes, I know you haven't walked in mine Let's embrace our differences and support each other without judgment -A.K

I had smoked two joints, and then I wrote that.

IG : @mr_fries_man

That's beautiful.