Demons, they all have been gathered by me; by my life experiences; gifted to me by the people around me, by you.
I am not afraid of them, confronting them is what I constantly try to run away from because otherwise, everything else that I do will start to seem meaningless.
They lurk in the shadows nearby; in the nooks and crevices of my thoughts, always ready to spring out to malign the cleanest of my canvas. But like a wounded soldier I fight hard and unfair to protect that one corner in which I can recognize myself, even if for a brief fleeting moment. Before it all fades away, again, into the meaningless drudgery of everyday life.
An excerpt from a ‘Work-in-Progress’. Are you good at confronting your demons or are you like me?