there once was a light that shined
through gray, in a fog, in a prison.
it didn’t know it was in a prison.
to the light, it was home
security, pleasure
where it had all that it needed,
where it was content.
see? we don’t know what’s in the heart
or mind of another -
what is a home? what is contentment?
perception may be entirely in our own head
and a light too bright for us to comprehend.


All of life consists of such questions. (K)
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And always will.
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Stunning last line!💜
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Thank you, Lynne!
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