Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)
These bones, they saywill finish me – too brittleto withstand the race But I am Willowrecollection wispymy dance defiant Porous as a sea spongesoaking up each daymettle despite the rattle (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Wonderful photo for the day 😀
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Thank you!
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I am very drawn to this scene, I want to feel it.
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Yes – the colour is so alluring. Must be start of springtime here in Texas?
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Already? We are still in summer, and here summer and autumn conflate, which means out summer runs from spring and almost up to winter in June.
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I have no idea of the seasons here really – a stranger in strange land.
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Ah, but I guess it’s the end of winter
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That photo just says Warmth; verse so peaceful. Much appreciated 🙂
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Lovely, I want to run my hands over that log, perfect description!
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Thank you!
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A pleasure!
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So beautiful – words and pic
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Thank you.
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😊⭐️
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