Things we never pay attention to....
Feelings we never give a chance to florish
locked in our shells of fear,heartache and anger,
We turn a blind eye......but our shells rots not!
Drowning in my own shell........
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Khumbelo
nobody is home...
dope take.
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onelove
There seems to be two point of focus, the soil mud/sand around the shell and the reflection inside the shell. And each of these symbolically mean to me that we need to look both outwards and within to breach self-alienation and our isolation from each other...
Also like the 'window' (little puddle) into the shell..
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Sthe Ngcobo
OneLove.......you iz on point.
on my caption,you'll notice I highlighted all that you've said in less than the number of words you used.
"Feelings we never give a chance to florish:"
If we use the "water" ( puddle in the shell - love and emotions ) to better our worlds,families or lives,we'd flourish and have "grass" and "leaves" to survive on...hence the snail is on bare ground with nothing to sustain itself with.....
There is a lot you can say about this pic or the detail in it,esp if you're from the locations or previously disadvantanged background,but,since we're all human,we all have our shells to break away from or use to shelter all that we deem dear to us.....
I am tryin to break away from my own shell and exlore the world without the burden of fear or anger.....!
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Uno
...with my feet on the ground, I take a deep breath and, even if at snail's pace, I walk proud outside my shell...
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Sthe Ngcobo
On point Up......I like!
(^.^;)
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