Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear..

If you have ever had a look at a rareview mirror i am sure you would have noticed this line..:"objects in the mirror are closer than they appear"..

i have somehow always smirked ,everytym i have had a look at it..

facinates me to let my gypsy imagination wander away to think what 'closeness' is..

is it just a mere physical evaluation of distance betwen two objects or much more..

then again it makes me feel that 'distance ' in itself is a very subjective word..



everyday when we look at the mirror and we see ourselves..is it that we are close enough to ouselves..

If yes then y is that people have the feeling of 'emptiness'..one should never feel alone..cus they various objects surround them...the physical proximity ....

but since we are not comodities we love to define ourselves with more of compassion..the physical closeness slowly liberates itself to the freedom of belonging ...

Trappedd...

Its again a constant struggle....struggle for a gypsy's sould traped into a social body...
sumtyms i feel tht is it a curse tht god gave me enough(food,shelter) so tht i could survive..had i not had tht comfort i would have been a scavenger too...facing survival and not thoughts...
even a calm individual subjecting to traits of anger can get repulsive when held up in a prison..

And today i have no doubts about the mental prison doing the same to me...
the gypsy's soul is wearing off its spirit and the enthusiasm is bruised with this limited survival..

The strong soaring wings are tempted to rule the sky,,,but the clipped and crippled reality taunts the mere thought..

The wild cannot be tamed..
Simetimes survival is just not phisycal..its mental too..

And the slow prisoned poisioned living makes a suddend end of life more tempting....