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 that life is a game of chance!
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Amen to that!
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Amen! https://julesinflashyfiction.wordpress.com/2023/02/22/nd-2-22-ku-am-sentences-1p-moonwashed-131/
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I couldn’t agree more with you because I feel like this quite often.
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Thanks Hammad
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I love this affirmation!
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Thanks Liz!
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You’re welcome, VJ!
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Amen! 🙂 ❤
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😊😘
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