Author: Candid Corvid Productions

Ego is challenged when one attaches to outcome or how things “should be” in situations.

It is a constant test of patience when my will is denied sense of achievement in ways that would seem more glorious externally.

Oh, you know – like having a nice house to rent with a spacious kitchen, a large fridge, and a good oven to cook with.

There are many aspects on our list that a home for us needs to have – but very few on the market, and we need the right landlord to let us move in.

If I get any boost to finances, income drops or some other bill shows up.

I really don’t understand how I ought to look at this.

But, I feel a sense of extreme vexation

It just seems that I stay afloat, but never get ahead.

It’s probably best that I view this like I am in a boat traveling along a river.

The stream pulls me onward, and at night I can go to shore and rest my head.

Discernation.

She was trying hard to stop sending her feelers out as far in certain directions, for when she did, her sensitive synaptic tips got burnt.

I did not get to do the usual amount of activities in my younger adult years, which also means I did not have the same wear and tear on joints and muscles.

There were a few accidents I am finally getting to address the impact of, but within my cells I still feel untapped potentials.

Temporal Dysphasia

As a human in these times, it is necessary to establish certain behaviorisms in one’s self to maintain consistency – despite others’ actions and adversities.

Having just been exposed to a large amount of enclosed cleaning supply aerosols in a house being prepped for new tenants, the shock of reexposure to such poison inflaming my system required me to take a walk along unknown streets – observing other houses where families are nestled quite contently, and wondeing how it has now become such a challenge to find good, safe housing.

If we truly looked at each one of our hearts, we’d see how fine and delicate – how fragile and vulnerable each work of art.

She didn’t like what had been done to her.

No, she didn’t like this – at all.

Those bastards with their rules of contortion – binding and crimping hope so that when beloved chosen ones extended their wings to fly, instead of gaining altitude, they would be sure to fall.

I have fun seeing what titles emerge for my concepts. This is when I know wild magic is greeting and playing with me joyfully because sometimes I begin with a title, and then tbe concepts flow – but other times, the title comes to me afterwards, reinforcing in a clever way what I am conveying. We like stretching rules beyond boundaries.

Opportunities for prosperity’s expansion exist, but when you don’t have established connections or money to immediately invest, getting to them takes more winding path detours while climbing.

The concepts of sensuality appealed to her on higher intellectual levels that most were ignorant of – or just straight-up ignored – in their pursuits of the garish.

She tried to get her head to clear, but her mind was held by his compulsion.

“You’ll be my fortress…could this be our hideaway?”

If you knew me as I know me, you would be just as surprised to see me in my many phases as I am seeing.

Ack!

I feel like I’ve been hit by a wall.

Yeah.

Like it walked right up to me, and smacked me – into full body splay.

Where each person ultimately defines the other as a bonded pair moves through time, held safe within each other’s communion.

Having always been a creature of warmth and love, the chains had become her comfort in absence of company – even as they had ground into her skin and bruised her confidence.

She still could feel the sense of their press, though they’d been broken off and left to moulder those years ago.

She worried that she must be sick to have part of her crave them, because even as they’d limited her, with them she’d grown stronger and had had something to test her will against.

Over time, they had helped provide external boundaries – grounding her consciousness, whereas now her mind could flow freely and absorb too much in any one direction.

Without them, her being craved to find her mate and feel his essence wrap around her and fill her senses to the degree that she began fearing this great love – as if she were a junkie.

They’d at last become friends, as his heart had been moved to extend to her this compliment.

As they drove along the countryside, he took her hand in his right, while his left held the wheel.

“Do you really believe those dreams were real?” he asked her.

“You know, I really can’t say, anymore…what I do know is that I no longer want to be chasing my own tail over it.”

She half-chuckled ruefully, feeling fatigued and flustered.

“But one thing I do know is that If my right guy is around, it’s his turn to pull on the oars.”