we were given life not to draw a line around it but to blur across it we grow up in lines and learn to stay in them we learn proper lines and to fear improper lives but this foundation that holds our lines is crumbling in fear we clutch it argue for it we cannot look ourselves all the way in the eyes and we know it so we defend instead of question just defend empty defenses reifying lines we are taught not to question why I cannot reach outside of the border of my self and extend a hand
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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...
