“The best fantasy writer are the ones that stopped fighting with their inner demons, and started writing about them.” ― Solomon Woytowich
I don’t know if that is true or not, but maybe it’s time for me to embrace my inner demons.
There’s something inviting, about the darkness.
It’s open, airy. Not claustrophobic from a mask of smiles
The darkness has a certain warmth to it, a calling.
It doesn’t judge or condescend. It’s just there.
A nothing of nothing.
Whispering demons at the edge, perhaps but – it is still nothing.
It is only darkness.
A deep pool that absorbs all colour, all emotion.
Is that a demon then? A darkness without emotion, colour, sense or sensibility?
An unending void.
An abyss full of demons
Imagine Dragons – Demons