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 […]
Indeed!
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Brilliant! You’ve captured “those days” perfectly!
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Thanks Wynne
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So true. Today is all we’ll have.
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Yes we all have days like that. Beautiful VJ
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So true. Hold on or get swept away.
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Yes! Thank you, VJ. 💕
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So true, VJ. Great pic, to demonstrate it. Small rock, it’s obviously windy, and he’s got his wings out for balance.
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Thanks Susan. He did inspire this thought
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Very true. We need to allow ourselves to do that.
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So true
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