The Intentions of Ink (#Panic)

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It was in a hotel room where my life would change forever. 
    The information I received while laying on stiff white sheets was that which caused my glass lake of a life to fall prey to a meteor shower of revelations. 
    Not for the first time in my life, I would move.
    Uprooted, rather harshly, like an unwanted weed, but with enough mind to heed the roots as well, so as it would not grow back.
    Picking a flower is a snap, a pluck, an instant. 
    But it is chosen because it is admired. 
    Picking a weed is a process, a hindrance, a necessity. 
    And it is done because it must be done.
    To dispose of that which is not wanted.
    
    
    
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    Cover Photo Credit: Hua TunanAll Rights Reserved

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The Intentions of Ink
Thu, Jun 10, 2021

It was in a hotel room where my life would change forever. 
    The information I received while laying on stiff white sheets was that which caused my glass lake of a life to fall prey to a meteor shower of revelations. 
    Not for the first time in my life, I would move.
    Uprooted, rather harshly, like an unwanted weed, but with enough mind to heed the roots as well, so as it would not grow back.
    Picking a flower is a snap, a pluck, an instant. 
    But it is chosen because it is admired. 
    Picking a weed is a process, a hindrance, a necessity. 
    And it is done because it must be done.
    To dispose of that which is not wanted.
    
    
    
    - - - - -
    Cover Photo Credit: Hua Tunan

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