I have no intention of defending the waves I see coming or getting caught up in the excitement and drowning. I would like to swim at the bottom of a sea whose anger is still, I would rather rise and fall with it. I wish to feel the smell of the fish in the right places in my brain, without removing the water from my ears. I prefer to live without giving away clues about myself or revealing the thickness of the blanket I cover myself with. I know that those who know how cold I am will attack me even more. I may even choose to sweat and smell bad, as long as the smell drives them away.

I'm not short, but I still prefer to hide behind walls where I'm not taller than them. I don't want to be seen by anyone while I'm making plans, rubbing my sleepless eyes, and checking the mechanisms of my weapons.

March, 2024
by Demon Ego