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 […]
VJ, nice walk about in the pasture. Stay away from the steaming rocks. Keith
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Lol! Thanks for the heads up!
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These are great! I especially like the last one.
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Thanks, Heather!
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You’re welcome 😊
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Oh, these are wonderful! (Gut reaction.)
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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lovely selection.
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Thanks
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Very well done! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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