Everything there is to know to see is in this flower if I looked hard enough deep enough I would never need to look anywhere else so much of my life is taking me away from the beauty of this connection touching the pavement when I don't want to but sometimes I need to except I don't want to live tied to lines that we drew ourselves so I will not live alongside them I'll only touch them when they need to cross over my own life, going its own way following the soul of this flower
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We Are Drowning, How Should We Kill Our Time?
PoetryThis collection of stream of consciousness prose was written during a very special time in my life. I left the city following a massive burnout, and lived in the country for months. I began a garden, cut most of my ties to the outside world, and wro...
