Demons that break the idyll

A calm, cool evening. A cup of warm tea with honey, and a little rum for the demons, a book, and a soft blanket. Full idyll. Until the demons are triggered. They wear comfortable boots ... it is clear. They will not get tired soon. And then, without any thoughts of an unexpected event, the complete idyll is broken.

I push the blanket, leave the cup to the side and look out the window. Lights everywhere. Windows behind which everything happens. Thinking comes as a thunder. I love, do not hate, go to the past, then tie a rope around my waist so that I can not dive into it and not lose somewhere there. It's a good rope. It keeps me on the surface.

Good things happen. Well yes. But I hear the demons and I see the prints of their soles behind and beside them. I can not hide them. They follow me. There is no way ... we live in the same body and consciousness. But they are seldom obedient and do not let them often fall apart.

Thunder. Well, how about, it was supposed to be a relaxed evening. I understand. It ended in peace. Now follows the interesting part. Where my friends with comfortable shoes will find their place. And I know they choose a destination - there is no return.

I am waiting for several times warm and cold waves, gather my thoughts and guide them in the chosen direction. But I'm waiting for them, the demons, let's have a walk. They know well when they have to go home. And where is the sure place?

I'll have a little more rum, the tea was just to go. And I'll wait ...

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Much love - Krisii

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