They are restless they demand their pound of flesh. They supply me with the power to weave stories and to be strong.. but they demand their pound of flesh. I am not sure of what they want. But rest assured I will give in to their demands.
I know a blog is not supposed to be like this but then today it shall be like this. Let me talk about my demons who can never be allowed to rest in peace. It is unlikely that I will ever be free from them but then I dont want either. My life has been a rollercoaster and what has been the significant point is the capacity of mine to hold on. Yesterday this darling boi called me a source of strenght. Alas boi if only u knew how shattered and broken am I.
To be honest its not me but my demons who have carried on.. They have possed me and have made this fragile frame go on. May be its time they be given what they want.Alas dad ur son cant be what u want him to be. Dont know my karmas which made me have u guys as my folks!
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