sometimes when i speak, i realize it is a hiss of a whisper; a wolf baiting a lamb to wander away from the watchful eye of a shepherd. then sometimes when i speak, there is only empathy and love. it is a dangerous balance of my humanity and the monster buried beneath it; it claws, this monster, for release. i keep it at bay by sheer will and desire to be something bigger than that. i come with only love, it comes with only pain.
keep the monster inside. keep the monster inside. keep the monster inside.
this monster keeps me sick, i cannot destroy it, merely arrest it. for now it sleeps.
1 comment:
The best way to subdue the monster is to talk with it and understand it. A wise man once said that the way to cure a sickness is to walk with it and spend time with it. The more you understand your monster, which I already know you understand quite well, the less you'll have to fight to keep it from wanting to claw its way out. Having good friends helps too, and I think you do have some good friends.
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