Submitted by Victor on
My breathing skin, a "gift" that connects me to the environment, my clothing has to be loosely woven for me not to suffocate my skin, my room that needs to open a window to the world around to keep some fresh air, my house to keep me safely moving out of my room, my garden fencing off the unwelcome strangers, my lane to allow me to walk safely into my city, into my province and into my land : My Freedom became my restriction , my self-made jail, far away from the open environment of the world.
Only my inner world has no borders and in the comfort of being there, I allow myself to be free and connect with everything...