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 
Yes!! And I couldn’t have put that into words so I’m so grateful that you did!
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Thanks Wynne
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Gorgeous, VJ! Your creativity never fails to astound me!
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Thanks dear friend.
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Love, love, love the sentiment and the artwork, VJ. 🥰
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🙏😊
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Ah, yes. Here’s to the riches!!
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Right?! A gold mine to writers
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And that vein never runs out!
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Yes. This.
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😊
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Well said. And I really like the art!
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Thanks Sarah. Hope you enjoy this sunny day!
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