Some nights, I sleep like a baby. But on most others, the pain is terrible. At times, mundane questions boggle my mind. At others, the starvation of my heart is enough to choke.
It's in these times, when the moon is full and when the sun elsewhere is eclipsed, my inner demons are hard to control.
They rise without warning, startling me as they come oh so suddenly, and then they abduct me on a random journey to the maze in the depths deeper than a gargantuan black hole. The point of no return. Or is it?
And then all my prayers are held up. And the tiredness of the soul is held up too. The blessings and friendships, held up along with the presence of my mind.
It's in these moments when I find these demons overwhelming, more than myself, that I feel I must stop fighting. Not my thoughts but the thoughts of demons. The overcontrolling and powerful demons.
The body wills yet the soul seeks freedom. Freedom from control. Freedom from manipulation. Freedom from injustice.
But Freedom isn't free. Perhaps only Dom (domination) is. Perhaps that's why the demons dominate. They choke just upto the very last breath but not beyond, and then they leave just when I'm about to turn blue. Not only leaving me at that, they promise before leaving, to return soon.
Of all the promises of this heaven, the promises of these demons are most trustworthy. They keep coming back, at times when I least want them to. And yet when my masochism seeks revenge from myself, the demons tease and dance with me, ever so sympathetic that you could mistake them for angels.
Of all the angels and all the demons, I find the latter better. They bless you with your very best efforts, keeping you on toes and bettering you by battering you.
And of course. Trust factor reigns Supreme.
Angels, where art thou?
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