Sometimes we forget
that life is
a shared experience.
We whole ourselves up
externally in a safe space,
internally in a locked safe,
never venturing out 
or turning the key
because we think
we might be a bother to somebody
even to those who we share
treasured memories with.
Yet, our souls cannot withstand
infinity spent
in solitary confinement.
It has to be let out
to breath in enrichment
from other kindred souls
in order to be whole.
To be alive is
to share experience 
otherwise,
what’s the point in our
existence?