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! ❤️
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Make the world a better place by extending a hand. Yes!
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Exactly. (K)
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Yes!
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Words to live by. The perfect affirmation for this moment in time.
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For every moment in time, I think.
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I agree.
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Well put, VJ. and that helping feels good.
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So good Sarah!
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I think that’s what humans are supposed to do
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Agreed Sadje.
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I agree, Sadje.
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Thanks Liz 🩷
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