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i lie awake on my bed sometimes like all those people with demons in their heads do
its like sitting around a bonfire with strange friends and friendly strangers on one of those one-thousand-and-one-arabian nights
we spin out stories on stories on stories on stories until we're so full of them it's coming up-to our throats and we cannot breathe anymore
but we still go on - we do not know how to survive without words drowning us over and over -
sweet words, soft words, words to take us away, words to pretend everything is okay, words that tell us it is fine not to exist, words that tell us maybe we should not exist.
we know we can't keep hiding behind words -
one-thousand-and-one is a finite number and finite things end -
we will stop spinning these stories - the words won't work their magic anymore - the bonfire will burn out - these nights will come to an end and these strange friends and friendly strangers will all just be scary demons in the dark.
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Picture credit - ig - @jianghu.e
