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 
Beauty can even be found in the gray! 🙂 ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Some days that’s true. Thanks Deborah.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂 ❤ !
LikeLike
Still snowing on your side?
Your capture is giving me chills as warm weather is already heating up things in my town.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’ll be right over, Hammad, lol. We’ve got a stretch to go before this white stuff leaves.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The grey is rather bleak, but it doesn’t last forever, thank goodness!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes. Thank goodness indeed.
LikeLiked by 1 person
We were all snowy gray on Friday, but the sun came out yesterday. I hope it will come out for you today!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Actually, it seems to be lightening up a bit.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s encouraging!
LikeLiked by 1 person
VJ, I am wishing for George Harrison’s song “Here comes the sun.” Sunshine is so therapeutic. Keith
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s a great song to kick start my day with, thanks!
LikeLike
Aw…it won’t last forever 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
I know.. just losing patience, lol.
LikeLiked by 1 person
😊
LikeLike