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 
And transports us into another world! 🙂
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Being able to play is good for the soul.
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Indeed!
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*smile* I bought a bicycle so I could play again. It’s red, so I can ride just a little too fast. Love it!
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Good for you! How fun
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Love the picture. Yes to imagination!!
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Thanks Sarah
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I want to go out and play!
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No kidding. Spent the day with 4 kids on Monday – did nothing but laugh.
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I love being able to laugh for an entire day!
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Creates a glow that lingers.
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🙂
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👌🏼👍🏼
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