Demons of my mind are out and crawling all over me again. They are strong enough to keep me awake yet not strong enough to make me snap out of my unawareness. I am at my cynical best. I am afraid to think, for I fear I might figure it all out right now. For if this inquisitive bastard is satiated, it would make way for another new monster who I don't even know of yet. This daze is preserving, looking after every one of them and all things good about them. Keeping them the way they are is far from easy, since there is an impressive world around me, around them, and the fallen angels are impressionable. They are ruthless and cruel at times and at other times gullible and pliable. They are like fishes which get startled when you knock too hard on the aquarium glass.
They are also like the gushing flow of a torrid flow of water, always finding it way through come what may. Every time I talk, I have to raise my voice over theirs to be heard. In every conversation I have to painfully weed out their noises to hear what everyone else is saying. But then there are times when I summon them, with my thoughts. I think, so they are.My thoughts, monsters.
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