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 
Such a lovely dream this is!
Thank you so much for sharing these amazing sky captures with my challenge and apologies for checking out this late 🙂
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Welcome, Hammad
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I love those big fluffy clouds on a summer’s day… they are meant for dreaming.
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Never gets old, does it? Thanks.
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Never!! You’re welcome.
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Those are dreamy and fluffy! I want to go lay down in those clouds! Beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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I agree. Thanks.
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I particularly like the first photo. The season is just on the cusp of changing.
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Thanks Liz. Every day I see a bit more of autumn creeping in. Feels too early.
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You’re welcome, VJ. It definitely feels too early.
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