March 29, 2019
Dread arrives and with it, demons; creatures who erupt from every unresolved shadow and shape. They must always have existed: omniscient, omnipresent, becoming the reason for every pressure and pain, every alteration in space. They fill the void in my brain carved out by doubt. And there are many that pass through me, that press down on me, malicious and violent, inflicting damage. They do me harm and I know of nothing I did to provoke this. I have fallen here where they smell the dread and despair of their prey. They weigh upon my soul, drinking deeply of it.