joys sit light on me as I watch dark shadows fade into oblivion I rise above petty squabbles, viciousness I cast a glance at the rock I left down there missing it a little and wondering who will inherit it thought energy dissipates, does not disappear we need to choose the air we inhale company … Continue reading Inhaling
golden screens sometimes cover a black hole, dark doorways. soul lantern will help my transit to unknown worlds. What do you see? by Helene Vaillant
I hoard bricks of expectations to build a house of dreams I paid for some, a few are gifts and many more came flying in from windows to my inner world in anticipation of known and unknown. Oh, the spoils of life and love…. (44 words) Quadrille Monday at dVerse
flying Past, Future both now lie far behind contemporary world I don’t think I know this place imagination in shambles reality overtakes BrewNSpew Cafe
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“I have a frozen bum,” Little Tim’s expression appeared frozen too. But we couldn’t stop smiling. We had just moved in here from tropical climes. “What made you sit on that?” “I thought it is soft, fluffy cotton. I needed it to decorate the Christmas tree.” “Aren’t you excited we have a real Christmas tree, … Continue reading Frozen thoughts
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the story of life embedded in glances who other than you can decipher nuances? in your language, I did dream over the years piercing pain, shattered bits cannot stop flowing tears we try to reach a pact in the first night away from you half-open peeps can’t count ensuing aeons of blues silence is their … Continue reading Silent Eloquence
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 63
Prompt
Here is an intriguing picture shared by Harvey Kraft on LinkedIn.
The picture by itself can tell a thousand stories. But I am increasing the complexity a little. Here is a paragraph from another source.
So what exactly happened here? A woman felt powerless because she was unable to let go of a story she was holding onto which made her a victim. Even though she no longer saw this man, her former lover, she carried him within, and over and over again inside was keeping this version of the story alive.
TILL DEATH DO US APART
It seems there is no strength left in me.
I feel completely exhausted.
I can’t go on like this, I want to quit.
It has happened several times in my life.
Shamefull I accept that I had wanted to quit every time I felt exhauseted
Everytime…
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