Altered States

Winter Visitor

Candid Corvid Productions

“There’s a critter in my bedroom, again.

It’s getting more bold in its movements along the edges since lack of other animals in my room.

I wouldn’t really care except that this is my room, and it might be preganant – as well as it is no longer hiding, which means it might try to take over and spread its mess and cause prospective damage in its boldness.

I can hear it now by my drums, whereas it used to be only in the opposite corner to nestle.”

A Return To Innocence, A Woman's Plight, Myths & Legends, Reclamation, Vampiric Tendencies

Vampiric Sagas

Candid Corvid Productions

“I very much dislike that the common ending trope of vampiric love sagas is that though love is found, in the end, one or both of the lover must die unrequited.

This “flies” (bat reference) in the face of the whole immortal thematic of what a pair of lovers with access to such powers should be able to achieve and secure together – which is a rare kind of everlasting, getting to be experienced deepest love exchange.

I appreciate that in Bram Stoker’s book version, they thought Dracula died, and Mina lived her life with her mortal husband until he passed, but then reunited with her soul’s true bond once free to do so.

Having already lived out the ‘mortal death’ of prior marriage(s), I am looking forward to getting to experience true paradise, through its various shades of light to gray, with my Guy.”

Altered States, The Crone

The Crone’s Greeting

Candid Corvid Productions

“Waking up after barely sleeping, and apparently having an allergic reaction to a different abode’s cat litter in a borrowed bedroom due to my home having no heat last night, I found that body had swollen and my eyes were puffed and wrinkly as if I were eighty years old.

Quite a not the confidence booster on what many would think should be a special morning.

In this case, it’s a good thing that ‘beauty’ is only ‘skin deep.’

Sheesh.”

A Woman's Plight

Mind Walking

Candid Corvid Productions

“I am not this talkative verbally.

Except when cuing in on people’s needs, or minor social interactions around me where only a small amount filters to the surface.

And if under pressure to express more complexity quickly, I have to fight blocks and lockdowns along channels when attempting to interpret deep internal to external expressing.

Therefore, much of who I really am and believe is relegated to my own forum such as here.

I try more and more to allow myself to freely express myself in society.

But my most free times are paralleling, still in a type of secluded secrecy.

I try to allow myself my moods, my laughter, and playfulness – but even then, often, my inner critic tied to past societal diatribe is too much of a witness.

How can I still be so isolated when there is so much that I can see and long to be?

I guess it is has to do with lack of “safety.'”

Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

It Still Gets Me

Candid Corvid Productions

“During the concussion accident, the prior car accident’s resultant bulging disc zone took whip-crack force impact twice immediately successively – and did not budge fomm either direction, despite weight and momentum.

No wonder there is stenosis.

My neck is trying to fuse as overcompensation for this injury and continued cervical and spinal instabilities.”

(Title of multiple meanings)

A Woman's Plight, Society, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Ignorant Gaslighting

Candid Corvid Productions

“They had me take the past MRI’S lying down, where everything temporarily realigns.

Then they tell me nothing’s wrong – even when they see indicators where I told them they would find them.

Despite what I tell them, the doctors march blindly onward, and all neuro facilities for one reason or another still will not see me.

It is up to me to heal myself.

Everything is always just up to me to deal with.

It is a contorted version of free will in a society often on the verge of disbanding.”

A Woman's Plight, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

The Accident

Candid Corvid Productions

Almost tore me in half.

There is a twist in my gut so severe.

And I remember how my spine almost split.

The injury is still there.

I have been trying to regrow around it.

To get it to re-expand, rather than tear.

Tears…tears fall…

I try to not think about it.

Going on three years, soon.

Trying to walk again, without slipping or falling.

Trying to somehow keep living, striving, and believing…

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?