Dragon Flight

Dragon Flight: Homeward Bound

“It’s been a grueling road
Nurturing precious load

Of a youngling half drake
Growing wings to partake

I could fly only so high into
Azure-deep beckoning skies

Held earthbound for kit
Who learned how to flit

First in smallest circles –
Now loop de loop tricks

Looking back now years fleeting
Our valiant hearts kept beating

Among foes while protecting
Our dreams feeling neglected

Of wide open viridescent lands
Giving grace to gentler humans

Whereupon once we found
Praised as hallowed ground.”

Alex (An Ideal), Psychology, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Dear Alex,

I am confused regarding how to manage my situation.

I can’t discern clearly which priorities to focus upon.

They say “look within for the answers,” but I am too bogged down internally.

Or “give it over to a higher power,” but there is not one that I trust implicitly.

I have an external support team, but each person helps with only a fragment of my “dilemma.”

Ultimately, I am the center; the designer; the full weight-bearer.

I am also being argued with where it is not helpful, which is agitating.

Meanwhile, the disruption of the accident has caught up with me regarding finances.

I have been addressing this by staggering bills, but it feels like my grip is slipping – which has been causing me to panic.

While the insurance companies pressure me in attempts to prematurely discontinue responsibility, I also feel my own instincts trying to ramp me back up into going out to make my own money.

This is how I have primarily functioned until the accident: adrenaline bursts into intensive activity, spurring innovation for my family’s continued survival.

But I can’t currently perform in this way in order to overcome the challenges that I am facing.

My mind and body are unable to comply performance-wise – though spirit is struggling to keep willing.

These “multi-verse” pressures are jumbling up my instinctive impulses and skewing abilities to focus on what I can attend to right now.

Time is running out for my somehow being ready for launching into a new career by end of summer, if not forced to do so sooner.

I had hoped to use this recovery time to also finish my script and Bachelor’s degree while proceeding with the career retraining I am already halfway through.

But external resistances have been countering my worthy attempts.

And survivalism again conscripts.

Society, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Lag

It occurs to me as I move through this latest phase of having been injured that those many times that I was picked on as a child and called “stupid,” or accused of ignoring subject matter, or not responding quick enough to people’s demands – just not immediately gyrating to their puppetry – was because of multiple bouts of experienced head trauma.

But I was inside here all the while, observing, thinking…

And not allowed any room nor encouragement for reemergence.

Sometimes, I wanted to scream.

Other times, I would just lapse into despondent, drawn out silence.

But always, I was just waiting…

Waiting for my time.

Waiting for safety.