bird, cage? Cage, people

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“I am a cage in search of a bird” -kafka

every now and then i think about this quote. cage. bird. Cage. key? long lost key? cold steel bars. emptiness. but it cant mean that one is trapped, one is the cage. I am the cage. I couldn’t quite think of myself as a bird. I’d like to offer shelter, protection, care, love. But a cage can’t feel. Maybe I’m not a cage. Though a cage would serve a purpose. But a cage isn’t a place to keep a bird.

I suppose I’d be a locked cage, a key nowhere to be found. Would i need one? Bird would have to fit through my bars to come in. But actually, I don’t know if that’s really me. Is it? cage would have some sort of resistance against bird—that’s not really me.

Not so much, I think I’d be an open cage, no lock. Bird can come in freely and I’d take well care of it. i don’t think i could ever be so confident as to call it mine, though. my Bird. i can’t do that. poor Birdy, i don’t want to trap it—wouldn’t want to want. though it’d be nice to have something of mine. 

 “sometimes cages are of similar metals” but Cage is oppressive, restrictive, controlling. hmm maybe i needn’t be a cage. maybe i’m not like you. i don’t think i’d want to be.

i would like to imagine i’m also a bird and this Birdy would like to have me. two birds, quite sweet and simple. if only it could be that way. maybe it is! maybe it will be. maybe i am. i dunno though ^o^ i dont really enjoy not knowing what others think of me, not being able to know how much they actually care about me gah. anywaysh! that’s what i think.