Open eyes glare at me from my bedroom ceiling. What do they want?
They blink slowly and separately, transfixing my gaze unusually quickly. I can't help but lose myself in their endlessness.
They begin to become more than eyes, grey flesh appears around their ghastly features. And yet their eyes persist on, vibrating with a demonic glow.
When I looked at some, they seemed to pressure me into wanting things, actions and emotions.
Lust, Guilt, Envy, Rage, a colorful palette of cravings caused by the holes in my heart.
They appear here every night, before I fall asleep. I question everything, I wonder how grounded anyone can really ever be.
These are the creatures that haunt my bedroom ceiling. They want me to say hello.