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 […]
Woah!
This is really one gorgeous capture 🙂
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Stunning!
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Pop! I love the in-my-face purple!!
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Such a welcome burst of colour
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Love it! Can’t wait for the real spring to begin!
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Me too!
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Excellent photo 😀
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Thanks Cee
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That is a brilliant pop! 🙂 ❤
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Isn’t it! Totally unexpected.
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Lovely in lavendar
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Incredible photo!
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Yes! Thanks.
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