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 
Wow!
Looking at them flying away high above gives a unique perspective about home and traveling.
Thank you so much for sharing these with my challenge 🙂
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Thank you, Hammad!
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Go geese go 🙂
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Love their discipline 😃
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Yes.
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I love the different formations that the geese take as they make they way across the sky.
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Out of instinct they arrange themselves in formations for migration but they don’t migrate anymore. Funny.
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Interesting! I didn’t know that.
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Another symptom of global warning I suspect. Our winters just aren’t as cold, negating the need.
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That makes sense (sadly).
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