Demons of Us.
As the arms of time continue chasing each other and then embrace in some final moment that bares yet another chase, another vague click sound rushes into silence. The light reflecting on the walls is playing a game, hide and seek. Hiding from your thoughts, seeking new unconformities.
The shadows are growing longer and bolder, deeper and darker. Bringing out some new hiding places in the arms of demons. The familiar beings that caress the unconformities, search the ways out into further disabilites...
None of us really could make it through that colorful dreamplace. A garden that fed us only what our souls desired and what our hearts created. For some, it was a giant rainbow through a pastel blue waterfall with beauty and harmony all around. And for others it was just peaceful. Calm. With a soothing melody guiding their minds through wherever they felt happy.
Instead we bumped into our very own fears. We met our scary demons. Some were in the dark corners of our rooms. Some were in everything we dared to love. And some were just in the mirror looking back at us. Each of them had a different feeling to it... The unknown darkness was fearful, you could never guess what it was capable of and you knew the limits were not always restricted to your imagination. The one hiding in love was suspicious, you could never feel comfortable and never trust. This one was the killer of self confidence in the worst ways possible, ending up killing everything around you too. And the last but not the least of them was the one in the mirror. This one was you... The ugly face staring back at you in every reflection, mocking your every decision, taking you to the edge and yet never letting you fall. This one was not a killer like the others. This was a torturer. It would never make the final blow, but keep you fragile enough to be killed even by a whisper, in a world where people love to yell.
Surviving is now what living means to us. Struggling and hanging onto a twine is merely a triumph over the numbness that is taking us over day by day. And all the demons yell, "give yourself away"...
Mastema - 2017
The shadows are growing longer and bolder, deeper and darker. Bringing out some new hiding places in the arms of demons. The familiar beings that caress the unconformities, search the ways out into further disabilites...
None of us really could make it through that colorful dreamplace. A garden that fed us only what our souls desired and what our hearts created. For some, it was a giant rainbow through a pastel blue waterfall with beauty and harmony all around. And for others it was just peaceful. Calm. With a soothing melody guiding their minds through wherever they felt happy.
Instead we bumped into our very own fears. We met our scary demons. Some were in the dark corners of our rooms. Some were in everything we dared to love. And some were just in the mirror looking back at us. Each of them had a different feeling to it... The unknown darkness was fearful, you could never guess what it was capable of and you knew the limits were not always restricted to your imagination. The one hiding in love was suspicious, you could never feel comfortable and never trust. This one was the killer of self confidence in the worst ways possible, ending up killing everything around you too. And the last but not the least of them was the one in the mirror. This one was you... The ugly face staring back at you in every reflection, mocking your every decision, taking you to the edge and yet never letting you fall. This one was not a killer like the others. This was a torturer. It would never make the final blow, but keep you fragile enough to be killed even by a whisper, in a world where people love to yell.
Surviving is now what living means to us. Struggling and hanging onto a twine is merely a triumph over the numbness that is taking us over day by day. And all the demons yell, "give yourself away"...
Mastema - 2017
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