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 want to do this for real 🙂
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I know! I wish I could.
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I love this!
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Thank you!
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WOW – that is invigorating!!
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Oh to be that young and free! Thanks Jazz.
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We need to follow in her footsteps! She can teach us how to play and have fun instead of being so serious! 🙂 ❤
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She sure can!
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Sheer delight!!
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Absolutely!
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