An article about the unusual celebration of Halloween during the 20th century.
It is a voice of despair to understand the world around him where you are meant to choose either good or bad - even worse is from both of bad. He is adrift the sand and it fills his every pores.
Being in the third sex isn't bad at all but society is condemning this diverse sexual orientation that they've forgotten to see the bigger picture: gender is nothing compared to the state of mind. I hope this poem can give warmth to the stiff flesh left in cold bare and bruised.