Digging my way out of the quicksand that is my mind, I lie vulnerable, spent and exhausted. Taking deep gulps of acrid air, I realize I’m now in a fire pit of regret.
Quicksand
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Digging my way out of the quicksand that is my mind, I lie vulnerable, spent and exhausted. Taking deep gulps of acrid air, I realize I’m now in a fire pit of regret.
Thin spiral notebook 
the quicksand that is my mind. What great imagery.
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Awesome!And like others,I too loved the visual:-)
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I know this vicious circle well. Stunning photo!
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It’s a constant struggle indeed! Hopefully you can find a nice solid shore in quick time (:
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Tara – what an absolutely stunning photo. That nature had it is something – but the fact that you photographed it is magical! Hugs!
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Wow! Your words alone evoke vivid imagery, and your photo makes the piece even more compelling.
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This is fabulous! I can relate to the words…and that photo is great 🙂
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That’s one of the best photographs I’ve seen all year. Great work.
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Nice piece of driftwood to find in the sand Tara… it worked well with this story.
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then the regret turns into second guessing…neverending negative loop
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