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 […]
A lovely apple eater.
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She’s a cutie for sure. Thanks.
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To yum or not to yum, there’s no question, delightful VJ
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Thanks 😊
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Very welcome VJ
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Mmm, I love hot chocolate. And apples. Lovely take on the prompt!
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Yum yum is right! Beautiful spread! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. My daughter’s touch.
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Hot chocolate in a favorite mug–the perfect Yum!
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