I know there are a lot of wounded people in crossdressing, wounded not physically, but spiritually. I have many wounds in my soul myself. I just want to leave these lines. You will remain outside, Or you will decide to enter, You will surrender your mind, or your soul — There are only two paths. If you enter — where do you go next? To the right is the path of truth, to the left — of falsehood. You might get so lost that you suddenly start to run Along winding pathways, where bones can't be collected. And having traveled many miles through faceless spaces, To end up in useless and wild places, In places of waiting, where people simply wait. They wait for a train to leave, They wait for a bus to arrive. Or a plane will carry them away, Or a letter will suddenly arrive, Or the rain will fall, That the phone will ring Or the snow will fall, They wait simply — for “yes” or “no”, Or a string of pearls, Or a copper basin, They wait for how they should be Or for a new chance. I edited the photo a bit after reading these lines to illustrate that our path isn't always paved with flowers. But... "show must go on" (с) - Freddy Life goes on, no matter what it is.😘😊💪