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 
Bring it on!
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😊💕
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I wonder how that change will manifest!
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Hard to say, but all change is good, right?
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I wouldn’t say all change is good . . .
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It was tongue-in-cheek. 🙃
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Oops. 🙂
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Lol
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Yayy! That’s a good sign.
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It sure is! Thanks
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You are welcome.
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I can feel the power of this!
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Woohoo! Spread it around!
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Me too, V.J., me too. I love how you presented this. Is it layered over a photo or one of your paintings?
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Yes! Conveying the restlessness in both words and image. Thanks.
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You’re welcome. It was nicely done.
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Very inspiring
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re welcome
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