Notice of absence from DeadRose
Time travelling. Will be around sporadically.
(check out my collections if you want a quick look at my poems)
Time travelling. Will be around sporadically.
(check out my collections if you want a quick look at my poems)
Oh the mind,
Not a prison but is
when defined.
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The mind can indeed be a prison. We are trapped by our limited senses, by our narrow field of perception and discriminations and our interpretations out of such. Prejudices emerge out of all these. We do indeed become prisoners of our mind
The mind sure can keep you trapped.
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