IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
One Woman's Quest II 
I echo your thoughts.
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So nice to have you here …thanks.
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Oh, thank you so much for that 🙂
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Love your little girl VJ. Ah youth!!!
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To have that energy again!
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Great choices! I wonder how that first one works?
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The water spout?
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I only see the water, but not where it is coming from!
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It’s coming from the eavestrough – oh, that would make it interesting.
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😀
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I’ve always admired those who flow freely and stick to their dreams! I especially like the first photo! It is more like the frenetic flow of my life!!lol
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Mine too at the moment, lol
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