We need each other, interwoven in this dense fabric, living arrogantly as though we can live alone as though others were not extensions of ourselves, each different parts of the same body (there is nothing, nothing, we have that did not in part come from others) we snip ourselves from this tapestry in secluded lives that worry only about ourselves we shrivel up somewhere deeper than we understand, but we focus on tying ourselves to it deeper and thicker and spreading ourselves out instead of folding ourselves in and we thrive, these are our roots that water us from the inside, this interwoven tapestry is our heart is composed of all others, a community is not only a passive place to live it is active engagement it is how we come alive
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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...
