March 17, 2014 Exist By colejasper ¶ ¶ Tagged existence, normal, poetry ¶ Leave a comment I find it harder and harder to exist on any plane of normalcy. I have dismantled the structures we are told to hang our lives on, and I try to hold onto the frantic scraps whipping wildly in the leaden breeze of progress. Share this:TumblrFacebookEmailMoreTwitterGooglePinterestRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related
