My innermost demons. I’m not going to hide them from you, but I won’t make it easy for you to find either. Sometimes I have a burst of creative energy. Sometimes I’ve experienced something so inspiring that I must rave about it. More often than not, though, I’m writing in an attempt to expel my demons. Maybe other people can deal with them internally, but I have to get them out and this is where. This is where a lot of those thoughts go. The ones that are grim and dark, the ones that have a life of their own, the ones that are barbed and smoldering. The ones that are dangerous, not to you, but to me. The ones that aren’t necessarily polite or kind, the ones that are entirely selfish and wanton, but they are honest, even if just for the moment that they were conceived. They may not still hold true, and I may even regret that I’d harbored these feelings at all/ever, but this is where they went and this is probably where they’ll stay. And if all goes according to plan, this is where those demons will die before ever seeing the light of day.
