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, Where Demons Tread

Wisdom Bits From Hell’s Travels

When senses return to you
Carefully roll over to a better vantage
Pick out gravel from stinging wounds
Rinse them clean if can find water
Scrabble if you can to next levels
Even if only inch by inch
Dragging your broken carcass
Laughing maniacally
After the fall
Baring your teeth aggressively
At scavengers and predators
Letting them know
They’ll go down with you
Until you can make it to higher ground
Where the grass is green
And flowers are blooming
As birds and butterflys and other creatures
Evidence proof of The Garden
And you can begin to reclaim
Your humanity
Again

(Stark contrast to booklet, “Chicken Soup For The Soul”)

Lone Wolf

Playful Endeavors

He was feeling disconnected and unsure about everything, wondering if he had made the right decisions.

Passing by in focus to keep managing things, she diverted, caught his eyes, and lightly paw-slapped his face.

“Naughty Wolf,” she teased him.

And with a flick of her tail in his direction, set off again.

Altered States, 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

Lacking “Norms”

There is no consistency that
I can rely on in these injuries

Zones are identified in variations
That intermittently work or worsen

Which keep putting me back into
States of great anxietal insecurity

Because I never know what I can
Count on in performance abilities

Add onto this that in trying to heal
New injuries occur in shift-adjusting

And their effect upon limbic systrm
Is like treading minefield explosions

Periods of “maybe I’m safe” occur
Then on into new crisis responses