Category: Stream of Thought

Stream of Thought

A Hapless Witness

Candid Corvid Productions

She never accused nor even initially suspected.

It came out over time by her confusion over finding things unusual and asking the wives what to do about them.

When she was questioned further, she just gave details of findings, stayed carefully neutral as always in her top notch professionalism, and asked for guidance on where to put or how to wash things.

But soon…

Soon it became apparent that these men who had claimed to have been so very proud of their partnered relationships had been acting in ways quite the opposite.

A tearful, heart-broken, and soul-crushed phone call from one of the once-wives informing of dissolution and separation of property assets made continuing to support the two soon-to-be bachelors something that she could no longer stomach.

A Woman's Plight, Stream of Thought

And Then The Flood Came

Candid Corvid Productions

She had found him, sang from back stage at the end of his set to lend support to him, they were able to kiss on cheeks then lips briefly – and then she was sent off on a wild goose chase away from him as he had to ready for departure and she had thought that she was joining him at a diner.

After a long bus ride that ended up dropping everyone else off at different venues except her and her guide, the two were finally let off at a park, and as they walked along a path, she asked to be connected with him by phone.

After her guide called him, she could hear him asking her guide questions about her, so she asked to speak with him directly.

Yet, his responses by phone with her once he was outside of his costume were filled with suspicious aloofness in his tones as he questioned the validity of her caring for him, stating how could he believe it – and what proofs could she provide of her affection?

She then opened up her heart to him and told him that she wanted to travel the circuit with him to get to know him and support him, that she couldn’t do distance relationships anymore because they were unhealthy for her, and that maybe she could work along the way to help with her travel expenses.

She didn’t have any money right now, but she was willing and open to innovating.

But he still resisted believing her because for too long he had survived by guarded indifference.

So she pleaded that he tell his other half how much she adored and loved him, and that even though she didn’t well know this side of him on the phone, she knew that she was certain that she also loved him, too.

She was crying as her voice kept getting softer, and she struggled to convey the depths of her feelings while sobbing gulps made it harder and harder for her to breathe as she tried to keep speaking.

When she at last finished, he said nothing.

“Hello, are you there..?

I love you…

Are you there..?”

Straining to hear any response from him, her emotions became so overpowering that she found herself waking from what revealed itself to be a dream, and heavy tears emerged in reality as she found herself still calling out quietly to him, “Are you there?”

Stream of Thought

Today – December 1, 2025

Candid Corvid Productions

“Earlier, I had clicked the WordPress switch to ‘private,’ and deleted my link to here from my Instagram account.

I was not sure if followers would still see what I post, and I was not sure that I wanted to be viewed anymore.

This project has fundamentally been for me to express my own aspects while learning about and experiencing myself.

Yet, sometimes I have worried that other people…

Well…

I am clearly showing personal aspects of myself with no control over what viewers interpret through their own filtered perceptions.

But maybe my posting helps keep me keep rebuilding strength – although there is a disconnect between ‘here’ and ‘reality.’

People on the street don’t know these things about me – nor would I want them to, really.

I like being private.

These are rare glimpses of me working from the inside-outwardly.

I want to keep posting, but I need to reexamine what this all means to me.