A flash of insight into the world. A flash of inspiration tickling her toes. It was an awesome feeling that she couldn’t tuck away. She didn’t want to. But she knew she had to.
Everything had to be held close to the vest. Not a single ounce of vulnerability could be evident. They would eat her alive if they knew any bit of it. Her inspiration. Her secret. Her plan to bury them all deep in their morass of toxicity. They won’t see it coming. She will be wonder woman. There goes the lightning.
Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, photography, Psychology, society, writing prompt
psychologistmimi 
ALL PLAYS Atmosphere oF Lighting
Longest DaY SHoRTesT NiGHT NoW
Burning Souls Creativity Fumes
FIRinG Sky Up ReFuSinG
Fall Winter
Spring
Dances
Sings in
Light of Play
Night of Day
SuMMeR BirthS AGAiN..:)
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Lightening! Bah. We lost power due to a storm early evening last night, 5 o’clock. Reported it, were told it would be back on by 8. It just came on a few minutes ago, 9am! Rough night.
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