When I look at the tree I see it through the wires in the air first. They remind me of looking through the razor wire here. I wonder if I will forever see the world through what seems like razor wire, even when I’m no longer surrounded by it? When I look at your pictures, oftentimes there are wires in the sky or fences and immediately my mind references prison wires and prison fences. Maybe it’s because my life has been this for the last three decades. I hope when I finally get out of this hellhole I am able to clear the prison wires from my mind and view the world in its beauty.
