The price of freedom
She wakes up everyday without a single worry in her mind. Food is abundant, a sturdy shelter looms over her shielding her from the elements. She need not fear against her enemies for sturdy metal bars stand above her, protecting her from whatever threat there is from the world. But it is these very bars that make her life incomplete. These very bars which prevent her from the euphoria of soaring through the infinite skies that her counterparts in the wild do. This, my friends, is the price of freedom.
Note: The above chunk of words probably make no sense but I thought such a photo would go nice with some overdramatic emo write-up to accompany it 😉