The moss that grows upon it’s roof is a sign of life on the dead corpse that used to be a home. It provides growth to the decaying structure as it reaches it’s hands up to the sky and the freedom it prays lies within the stretch of it’s reach.
I’m back to watching Netflix again. Although, the more I stare at this picture, the more I feel that is a mistake. This image is of a dead cell. Of the past that haunts us. The dead past that will disappear from life if we simply cut the ties.