The more you question the more you see holes in logics in lives like tattered clothing holes keep growing gaping my belief in what I told was right is hanging by a thread unraveling let's let it unravel and sew new designs I see no hope in these lines only to break them open like floodgates and bury mindsets and their souvenirs and begin again
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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...
