Sometime around today I had an arranged meeting with a stranger who was asking me strange questions. The content of these inquiries brought to light the severity of my past. A faint curse came upon me that was never expected to arrive, causing a lonely monster to materialize.
I thought of shutting it out again, but sometime around today as these odd questions were pulling this monster into light, I began to feel the chaos within it and realized how much hurt it has been carrying for me. This monster has been my savior in times of distress. Cloaking all of the worries, fears, and selfish deeds from me so I wouldn't regret and fail so easily again.
I cannot bear to label this being a monster or shut it out anymore. But yet, it's another stranger who is close to me that I may never get to know its true self or purpose, and a fresh take on a part of my psyche I never knew existed.
Shall we live in constant fear of our own personalities and murder our conscience, or can't we all just get along, if not with others, then ourselves?