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 
❤ A life lesson best learned early! Love the image too, VJ!
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Thanks Susi
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You’re welcome, VJ!
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That’s an important realization and conclusion. I also like what you (or AI) did to the photo.
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Thanks Tanja. No AI on this one, lol
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In that case, I like it even better! 😊
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Excellent advice!
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Thanks Eugi!
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Most welcome, VJ!
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Yes, yes, yes! And thank you for being a person who encourages me on my path, VJ!
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Such a pleasure! The gratitude mutual, Wynne
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I love the image!!
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😊🙏
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