Candid Corvid Productions

“Of armor settles over me.

Lighter with more mobility.

Yet, more restricting.”

“From doing too much, and ever compounding.”

“Yeah –

That’s not happenin…'”

“I’m not a-waaaaaaaaake!”

“They say ‘things get better with time…’

No they don’t.

Not if they keep ramping up intensities.”

“Having to keep on pushing and prodding the self forward too much.

Yet, rather than countering or meeting such energy directly, if my partner could just swoop on in joining, then it would not be so hard to give over the lead.”

“Because I absolutely adore and crave creative romance…

But I feel so burnt out right now that I just want to ‘cut to the chase’ and experience being loved.

I need to feel my love’s warm and caring arms around me.”

“He” was coming “tonight” and told the viewer to get ready – elaborating for her to prepare by clearing her schedule, fin8shing tasks, and scattering rose petals.

It would, indeed, be a night that they would always remember.

She had just cleaned up and mopped a nass of dog pee.

She was wearing sweat pants.

And she could not afford time nor money nor energy units to suddenly go out and scramble to find rose petals.

“What is PMS, anyway?

Don’t look at me as if I should know – just because I am female.

I mean, it turns women into emotional spikers – even to the point of feeling volatile.

Where is this attractive?

How can this be part of good mating strategy?

Are our bodies angry because we are not pregnant?

Is PMS supposed to push us to having aggressive initiative that overcomes initial reserve and shyness?!”

“Over the sink, while the dogs pant on the edge of the kitchen, pressuring me.”

“I finally divested.”

“Because I couldn’t ‘stand’ to walk, again.”

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Working pushing capacities

Continuing to sort and clean up

Wreckage of drastic transition

Trying to make the best of it