Drawing on paper

Signed on the front.

Our floor, offices, cars are boxes. We hide inside them from the world around us, from the nature... Sometimes it will be only enough to pull a hand to touch to a petal of a flower or a drop of rain will had fall on your cheek. But not. We are sitting inside our cages, chained themselves, and waiting when our health will be better. But a bird in captivity will never sing the same like in freedom.