w h i m s i c a l

m o n s t e r s

vii. monsters

within the folds of my thought,

                monsters feed on my happiness.

i am less than nothing – less than dust

              as they celebrate, cheer with glee.

under a million scintillating stars,

              they observe;

                                    wait;

                                         beckon.

wherever you are, however you live

               they’re watching.

“When we’re young, we’re scared

  of the monsters under our bed.

  When we grow up, we’re

battling monsters in our head.”

"Centuries can pass; stories will last,

But we will never lose them."

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