These inklings were thought of and tweeted in real time.
Start time 22:55 - 19 Dec 2013 - End time 23:31 - 19 Dec 2013
They follow my journey of seeing the world as I do from when I was a young girl through til today.
1st inkling: trusting those who are there to take care of you & don't. (I think ppl do the best they can, some end up learning some don't.) 2nd inkling: Sunday school "Jezabelle caked in make up drippin jewels wicked one!" Later ladies caked in make up drippin jewels leave church 3rd inkling: no one listens to anyone. Arguments lead to fights. Everyone is wrong everyone is right. No one learns. It makes no sense. 4th inkling: for fashion's sake. Everyone had to have what was HOT whether they needed it or not. None created their own just copy clones. 5th inkling: regurgitated crap roll over fashions in all industries nothing original. No new plots, themes, ideals. Cookie cutter conformity 6th inkling: More more more! Food, clothing, cars, houses, homes, holidays. LESS family time 'kid gardens' MORE pressure stress. Less sanity 7th inkling: govts & corps opening loop holes pulling together in secrecy to tye all their little agendas up carry out 'the bigger picture' Now: panic as 'terror' rhetoric isn't enough, agendas being pushed hard, glamour greed at it's peak, human rights being breached, reality TV When people say, "There is peace and security," then sudden destruction will come upon them 1 Thes3 5:3
time for beginning time to reflect time to grieve time to move on all that was all that wasn't all that is all that isn't loss love lust loathe past possibility present past and present i smile while i die i laugh while i cry now never when ever new beginnings never endings now fending love pending
past days spent in my head I couldn't get away from me in there
the world seeming one dimensional and nearly out of reach
unable to ask for help some invisible barrier I couldn't breach
so I sat soaking in angst waiting for the fissures in the veneer
readying self for escape from a clouded state of numbed mind
waking in head splitting pain from forgotten dreams I'm haunted
through frowning brow I tackle the day lack lustre