will there be an art?

This poem encapsulates exactly how I feel about life right now.



for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

there is no safety:: no stability:: and all friendship is cloaked in fragility :: because when it rains and rains and rains:: when the earth is washed away:: the bedrock of these things is me and only me:: and if I am cut adrift into the wild flooded sea:: will there be an art?:: hopefully::

we are so intertwined:: all of us::

a blessing and a curse.

-Heather Mercer