confinement

June 23, 2014 at 2:29 pm 4 comments

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life in a cage

feels

safe

until

it

begins

to

feel

like

a

slow

drawn

out

death

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¤

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4 Comments Add your own

  • 1. theburningheart  |  June 23, 2014 at 2:57 pm

    We live in the cage of the body, and by the limitations of our life, we can only escape by being happy with who we are…

    Reply
    • 2. words4jp  |  June 23, 2014 at 6:13 pm

      I agree with you completely. Thank you for your wise and lovely words.

      Reply
  • 3. hitandrun1964  |  June 23, 2014 at 4:43 pm

    Perfectly said, my friend. Spot on.

    Reply

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