we’re all birds trapped in a cage, the key lost at sea. an unrelenting owner is your destiny, misunderstandings are your fallacy. it’s not the drought, nor the plague that saps your dry, but the endless amount of protection you are offered by the things given to you. what is ‘free’, then? what is freedom, what is escape, what is solace?
nothing. merely words in a cheap dictionary.
watercolor on canvases.
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