
In my cell I’m imprisoned,
I touch no one, none touch me.
Defined by this rectangle
beyond which I cannot see.
There are others: I can sense them
just beyond periphery.
If we’d only lift our eyes
from our cell phones we’d be free.

In my cell I’m imprisoned,
I touch no one, none touch me.
Defined by this rectangle
beyond which I cannot see.
There are others: I can sense them
just beyond periphery.
If we’d only lift our eyes
from our cell phones we’d be free.
cell phones are so demanding,
Happy New Year
much♡love
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Thank you. And to you as well!
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Well said! If only…
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Isn’t that the truth? Prisons of our own making, and own addiction.
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Indeed… I think we were very much on the same line of thought there.
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Agreed.
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I agree .. prisons of our own making for sure!
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which at least means we hold the keys…
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Maggie, you got me with your twist.
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😉
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Isn’t that the truth! Good one, Maggie. Love the use of that artwork.
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Thank you!
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