by Ioana Moldovan
I've tried to bury my worries beneath the cold ground I was in, but failed to do so, because they always crippled right back in.
So I stood in silence, hoping for the darkness to come in.
But my silence was never empty, nor was I ever alone, because my demons always liked to come and go.
So I stopped enjoying silence and I asked for them to leave, but somehow this made me lonely, so I asked them to come back and see me.
Maybe I was the demon asking for peace and even though this dreadful silence, felt more like a warm blanket it still shuddered my whole self.
My brain's a wooden box filled with many voices talking.
Maybe they're demons, maybe it's just me, or maybe it's the chaos within me.
I think, maybe, it's time to let my demons out to play.
So the question is: Could you bare to stand?