Where is your cell? What is it?
Society, parents, partners, fears, complexes or too comfortable conditions. Are you always in the cell, or maybe somewhere near it? It’s not only confines, but defends. You can hide from a cat, eat or sleep.
I have a cell and it not scares me. Yes, there are some soft pedals, but cosines and tender hands from the other hand.
Are you agree for such a maintenance, or sky’s your only home?
@missy @rambo
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mattadore:
My cell is my need to be right. To be correct. To be knowledgeable. Not because it's a prison to my pride, but because it paralyzes me. I hesitate to do anything until I'm certain about it. And there is no certainty...
mishanorden:
@mattadoreI understand you, but it really confines. It's not necessary for everything to be perfect.:)