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 
You’ve captured these so well! Especially love the one with the birds!
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Thanks Isha!
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Those sparrows are adorable and the photos are great! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. I thought they were quite cute too
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That first photo is very appealing. I’m not sure why, something about the sparrows, I think.
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It caught my eye for the angles and textures – the sparrows sold it.
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Makes sense!
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