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belly up
crawling belly first
across a blanket
of fresh
snow
leaving a snail trail of
red behind as a
reminder of the
past:
past chances
past risk
past gambles
what small game
we have
become
life so tired of
life
that death laughs
at the irony
of it
all
Published 25th Aug 2022
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What a visceral gut punch.
"life so tired of life ".... cuts deep.
Strangely this motivates me ... I hope that isn't too odd.
Thank you for sharing bk
🌹 💙
B
"life so tired of life ".... cuts deep.
Strangely this motivates me ... I hope that isn't too odd.
Thank you for sharing bk
🌹 💙
B
25th Aug 2022 11:51pm
Thank you, Blue. Use that motivation to burn something big down.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
25th Aug 2022 7:33am
25th Aug 2022 11:53pm
Yeah...and I don't use a lot of words either,
lol.
Much appreciated, Honoria.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
lol.
Much appreciated, Honoria.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
25th Aug 2022 11:53pm
Yeah...and I don't use a lot of words either,
lol.
Much appreciated, Honoria.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
lol.
Much appreciated, Honoria.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
25th Aug 2022 11:23am
25th Aug 2022 11:56pm
27th Aug 2022 10:13pm
With the incessant war of attrition by the few against the many, it certainly can feel that way (so tired of life). What gets me out of bed in the morning is ... well ... yunno ... I have to go to the bathroom :))
28th Aug 2022 2:11am
30th Aug 2022 3:42am
31st Aug 2022 11:44pm
Bloody well thank you, mate. Lol.
Much appreciated, wally.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
Much appreciated, wally.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
