A Person Breaking Down Like Plastic

     We are so rarely within things in our society. Constantly we are resisting, stepping away, and attempting to escape. Why must those places that we need to be in and those people that we need to be around be in such great opposition to our being? Maybe if we stood in our trash, accepted that we are ugly, and thought about honesty in an organic way, desperate for life, in fear of apathy as a fear that casts aside anything but death, we could get on with our lives and allow our being to occupy those places that we need to be in and those people that we need to be around.