Choked, choked again. Until my demons became friends. pity me, in the end

They´re out to get me

Little demons, crooked hands from the dark of your mind: urgent, insistent, irresistible. Some fear them, learn to lock them out.

Some welcome them into their home, let them linger, accept their presence.

Some demons become friends.

Some become desire.

They are woven into the foundation of who you are; pull them out and the house trembles. Ignore them, and they will always find their way back.

When they breach, know this:

you are not alone.

It’s not our fault.

We did not summon them.

Do not be afraid, I am here,

We can meet them together.