IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up ātwistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion ā a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for natureās calm ā time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectationās dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut sheās an actress off cueplaying out a sentence ā condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
Incredible and interesting images, VJ! I hope you get surprised with loads of good things. š
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You’re welcome, dear!
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Beautiful shots, VJ. Pure magic.
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Thanks Eugi
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Welcome, VJ.
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The photos turned out well!
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Lovely pictures and poem. I do hope you get what you want š
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Thanks Sadje
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Clouds or cold, it’s a great effect, VJ.
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