Why is your mind so heavy?
You know why…
It’s time to write?
And yet, a blank.
Not really. Your mind has been far from blank. Let yourself go and put it down, if you need to.
What if I don’t? Need to, that is.
Don’t kid yourself. You’ve just got more walls in you than china. Some of them have great, spiraling towers on them, too, with shadow archers that take pot shots at your every attempt to express a real issue, a real thought, or grow as a human being.
(or a lover.)
Hush, you. See what I mean?
That was hardly a dark, shadowy archer.
No? And who was in your back seat last night?
…I don’t want to talk about that.
Your cheeks are flaming red. Maybe you aught to talk to someone about it.
(Hush, you’ll wake her…)
(Is it quiet? Is it safe?)
Who was there last night?
A shadow with a face. It was male, I think.
Well, we do have a male or two in here.
But you know the female version is worse…
How do we know that? Come on, we should give all our evil a chance to prove themselves most vile of them all.
(Don’t talk about her as if she isn’t listening.)
Come on, what are we doing? It’s like thinking or whispering about the boogeyman.
Yeah, and one of those boogie MEN touched you. Physically. As in you physically felt it.
Touched my seat. Nudged it with a foot that didn’t exist.
It was all in my head. It was just a darker corner than usual.
And what if we turn that corner? What’s going to happen to all of us if you manifest one of your villains again?
MY villains? Who said I made them? They could be older than most of us, for all we know.
(Their evil still lingers. It will never go…)
Alright, enough. No evil. No evil thoughts. Whatever we condemn as evil is also a part of us. Once upon a time, she was loved too.