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 
Great shot for flooding. I like both your photos VJ. 😀
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Thanks 😊
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Great shots! Thank God the flooding was confined to the park! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks. And agreed.
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VJ, the picture of the bench is terrific until one realizes there is flooding and then it becomes beyond surreal to scary. Keith
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Fortunately the flooding was confined to the park
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That is a Godsend. Keith
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That’s good. From the photo, the flooding looked pretty bad.
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