On Individualism

This most recent piece of individualism kicked and screamed on its way out.

Seriously painful.

I was struggling with it for months.

The circuitry of mind was bound to a system of fear

of death

of abandonment.

I wonder how trees in the forest feel?

I wonder how they are coping with losing one another?

Do they also feel the sharp jagged pieces inside forming?

The ones that hurt like hell when you try to tear them out?