Altered States

Wishing I Could

The father in her dream told her forcefully that he was tired of her wasting time “playing injured'” and that she better start getting up at early every morning “like everybody else had to” and get back to work.

She got away from this confrontation, retreating to and locking him out of her bedroom, and fumbled with her phone for too long (dream delay imposed difficulties) to call her mother for supportive backup.

Then she began looking at ads and calling businesses where she could work so that she could move out and reclaim her non-toxuc independence.

As if this was a real option.

Songs, Vampiric Tendencies, Where Demons Tread

My Love, “Reach For Me” (Song)

By Athena Stairs, January 16, 2026

Why are you always hidin’ and runnin’
Can’t you see you’re the one I need

Baby you’ve been cryin’ confidin’
Come to me so we both can feed

Oh Baby I’m dyin’
You’re leavin’ me cryin’

And I don’t understand
But you won’t believe

Oh
Hey

Won’t you believe in me
I tried to make you see

That we were born to be

Why don’t you come and share your frustration?
Nothing’s perfect we’ve always seen

Pulling hair as we scream in vexation
God this world’s just filled with greed

Won’t you have faith in me?
Oh Baby can’t you see?

That you were made for me
No

Won’t you have faith in me?
Won’t you have faith in me?

Our love was meant to be
Have faith in me

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Later to add: expansive timing.

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Listen to Reach For Me – Song 1st Run, Expand Timing 1.16.26.m4a by Candid Corvid Productions on #SoundCloud
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A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding

Love’s Relegation

Every man that she had cared for in this life had turned love’s promise into a tease, a taunt, and a game of withdrawal’s withholding – resulting in her vulnerability’s eventual abandonment.

Whether close in person or half of a world away, they worshipped the chasm of distance to keep from expressing and experiencing her love’s healing, magical, and reinvigorating art.

Oh, they said they wanted it – sure….

But this was just to keep her giving them good attention while they left her hanging.

The worst part of this was that her heart, mind, and soul had been openly honest – but then were starved and whipped into a frenzy while she kept holding space for them, extending kindness and patience.

Eventually, she had to learn to protect herself from further injury, since not one would actually step up to claim her love and care for her, in return.

She’d had to close each door and exert her own resistance through distance.

But living without love had never been a good reason for any season in her belief system.

It created the feeling of living in barren wastelands.