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The Prison Within
THE PRISON WITHIN
Child too old, why do we build the prisons within.
Pain and fear, alone we are cast, sanctuary we seek, a prison we find.
A freedom most difficult to find.
Better safe in our prison, than lost outside?
Some prisons seem nice and cozy, while others are filled with horrors.
Chains bind tight, it is impossible to grow, is this what life is all about?
Know your prison first, seek the cracks of light, a glimpse of what freedom could be.
Courage is what you need, change is your key.
What is inside, behind the door
that is not outside, on the other side of the door?
We are choice, so choose, unlock the door?
Imagination, beauty and love, all contained behind tall walls.
Outside, these things know no bounds.
Imagination's only limit is within yourself.
Freedom once found, how sweet it is...
© Matthew Barry 2008
WHAT WE SHOULD LOOK FOR IN A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP
When you are getting to know a potential friend or lover, pay particular attention to how he or she:
reacts to stressful or unexpected circumstances
interacts with family membersexpresses affection, anger, and other emotions
responds when you express your feelings.Questions to ask yourself when you are becoming more involved with a possible partner (Ideally, your potential partner would ask himself the same questions):Am I capable of loving, trusting, and sharing myself with this individual?
Can I accept this person as he is now, without trying to change him or expecting him to change himself?
Am I willing to tolerate his imperfections and respect his thoughts and feelings even when they are different from my own?
Can I give to or be in a relationship with this person without going against my own values or sacrificing my own needs?
Do I respect him?Do I feel safe with him?
Do I trust him?Do I enjoy his company?
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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