Candid Corvid Productions

From the beginning, to the end – to the end of the end, back to the beginning.

I let the song express the emotions for me.

I cannot afford the energy expenditure, nor the cbemical saturation in my brain that comes with expressing grieving.

Pushing hard to reach new levels requires pausing and taking time to address emotions.

When I wanted to, you were not there.
If you wanted to, would you show care?

A popular term is “existential crisis,” but what is really going on is a deeper evaluation beyond face values that we have been taught to adhere to.

Is it better to be more one’s true self or to propagate ideals confounding?

The same songs and feelings circulate depending upon what’s occurring in different circumstantial regions. I am always trying to improve my life, but generally have the same reasons.

When I was “no one,” my opinion was my own.

Becoming “someone” requires me to mask true identity.

I must find my new “perfect balance.”

We are both quite relieved.

Something felt off about the arrangement, and now we won’t be spending so much money.

Our momentum continues regeneration.

The property management company gave the rental to someone else out from under us.

Since no one does my therapeutic techniques, I must get creative to loosen my muscular torque tensions.

Who thought up the rule of “you must not want a relationship in order for a good relationship to find you.”

What?!?

Are we supposed to go around with one eye open and one eye closed saying,”I’m not really looking” while looking?

How does this start us out on authentic footing?

I have a dream to someday walk straight again without severe anterior internal hip rotation.

How do I breakthrough my own riddle?

It can happen overnight, so I work to be ready.

Before, it was better to hide and blend. Now, it’s time people comprehend.

What used to frighten begins to show recognizable patterns, and can be timed for safe gaps for crossing between, accordingly.

My youngling and I reflected last evening how this year we have not felt the constant fear that wildfires would come and overtake us.

Not because where we reside currently is necessarily safer, but because we are no longer living isolated on a mountain.

Versions of a man keep trying to attach to me – and I keep blocking and reporting them as my own kind of personal retribution.

I would not wish to “disrupt your success.”

For isn’t it true that you prize Fame over Glory?

It is the partner who comprehends and sees ramifications that stays to hold together the family, while the other abdicates cohesive dictates and abandons ship for their own individuality.

We are told here in America by media and subliminal marketing, by the viral thinking implanted into our society to keep us buying into Capitalism for continous relining of the obscenely rich’s pockets, that it is preferable that we each “go it alone” rather than investing with family and community.

Unfortunately, my open-heart-to-bonding-and-sharing has had the above messaging negatively reinforced by experiencing loss, grief, and betrayal in dispraportionately large amounts, making it seem that “being on my own” is the main key to my remnant family’s survival.

When I saw Vanilla Sky, the movie’s thematics gave me insights not necessarily related, but deep into my then husband’s psychology.

I began realizing that certain effects from his accidents were becoming irreversible and I cried as the harsh truth of this overtook me.

It was never an option for me to leave him – especially because we now had children. I was “in it to win it” for him and for our family.

I thought to myself, “I guess this is life. We don’t get to choose how it happens, but we can do our best to make it happy.”

I reached deep into my core reserves to continue mustering determination’s bravery.

Have you had enough consistency that now you just flow easily from one day’s thematic to another?

Or are you like me where you still struggle against internal barriers and weakness, trying to get stronger?

Have you ever been going so hard and so long that it takes time to?

Today, I stopped an officer and asked him a question.

I realized that I liked the way he spoke, his stance, and the way he thought clearly.

And with number messages claiming my guy is already in my life, I considered a bit of romance.