Surrounded by metaphors


Sometimes life makes me think of trees, in that when they are all grouped together we can’t make sense of them.

Sometimes they are imposing and indistinguishable from the others. Other times they lie in a path, serving as a impedement.



Sometimes seeing them closer, apart from the collective of the forest… that individuality and distinctiveness becomes blantantly obvious.


Being here… Surrounded… And implicitly understanding that where I stand is metaphor for life.


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