Category: Where Demons Tread

A Return To Innocence, A Woman's Plight, Elden Ways, Myths & Legends, Nature, Reclamation, Vampiric Tendencies, Where Demons Tread

Any God’s Glory

Candid Corvid Productions

“When ignored and villified, provokes ‘Its’ baser needs to surpass healthy limits in its defense.

And are we not ‘cast from God’s image?’

Therefore, ‘Gods’ are also like humans and need what we need to thrive and succeed.

And any worthy ‘God’ wants its worshippers happy.

It’s just common sense biofeedback.”

A Woman's Plight, Myths & Legends, Vampiric Tendencies, Where Demons Tread

The God Time Tried To Forgot

Candid Corvid Productions

She’d done it, again.

She’d fallen for the messages – had allowed her heart to reveal what she had been hiding for so long, underneath.

And the man had withdrawn – just like the others had before – leaving her circuit board lit up with suffering and never-ending hunger aching with longing unredeemed.

What did “He” want from her, after all?

What did “He” want to see?

“Bleed for me…” came The Need.

“Prove to me how much you want me to grant you this man’s offering.

Show me that you’ll be faithful, no matter how much you grieve…”

A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

A Love Letter’s Reveal

Candid Corvid Productions

I have not known for sure that it is me that you have wanted.

This has created immense insecurity in me.

I have loved you from the very beginning.

My heart’s soul recognized your love as having been made from the same cloth as mine.

I cannot remember what I said to you that first time that I crossed the line.

I thought that perhaps my words would not matter to you – but I felt compelled then to bridge and give them to you.

I sensed something there could be between us – a shared essentiality that I could not ignore.

But I also knew that you needed time to figure out and decide things for your self, in your own way and processes.

I have loved you from behind the scenes, from behind the veils that have ever cloaked me.

I will continue loving you.

I will support you.

Sincerely, from the depths of my heart.

Even when I am pissy, frustrated, and  totally angry at you for misreading my signals and/or seemingly deliberately misunderstanding me and getting it “wrong” – I still love, want, and need you in my life, playing your part.

And my heart – even when it decides to do the crazy things that it feels it must needs to do that also mis-signal you in its own attempts to still self protect – will always want to return to yours, no matter what.

I love your essence.

I love your core.

I still do not know you in our physical reality but I want to – always, and more.

So do you want to figure out how to make our dreams come true together at last, my dearest darling lover baby heart-throbbing, love-aspiring – yet nihilistic existentialist?

If you do, please reach out to me clearly.

Just let me know that you want me too, my honey bun bee.

Your sugar is here, ready to still struggle against the inevitable demise of your securing me.

Yet secretly, hopefully and happily anticipating.

Where Demons Tread

My Love,

Candid Corvid Productions

There is no right move that I can make any more.

Why would you want this?

Look what has happened to me from lack of our open bridging.

And if you thought and needed to expect me to be brave – I can no longer act on these pretenses.

Not when any move on my part could now be a wrong one.

The situation’s aspects have effectively hog-tied me.

The only way to preserve my sanctity and true care for you in this position is to avoid everything.

I think it likely that my predicament was caused inadvertently.

But I am reliant upon you to correct and fix this canting skew now brewing between us.

A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

Dearest,

Candid Corvid Productions

I think that you see me, understand me in ways that no one else ever has or ever could.

You bring out what’s been hidden and has dwelled in secrecy, afraid to be redeemed.

I think that I do the same for you.

Something about us just slides into spaces for each other that we need filled the most.

And this both terrifies and exhilarates us.

Terrifies – a sense causing severe contraction.

Exhilarates – a sense causing such rapid expansion.

We have such potential for a wonderful life together, my love.

We draw, shift, and surge each other’s tides.

How do we come together and meet in the middle so that we may both benefit by and guide our passions, rather than being tossed about by their storms?