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 […]
That sun burst is fabulous.
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Thanks Paul!
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My pleasure VJ
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So pretty! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks 😊
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A new day dawns!
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Yes! A white one, at that.
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Winter is being coy here about deciding to arrive and stay a while. 🙂
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Such a tease that Jack Frost.
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Lovely winter sky!
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Thanks!
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Welcome!
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