demonic pieces are falling out of my mouth. i am talking in my own language again, the language no one understands, not even me. it is being whispered into my ears and there is nothing left for me to do but to write it down, draw it, document it.

my soul cracks open and the web of misery and joy and frustration and love and nostalgy and all those other weird feelings is being exposed. i am a vessel for pure energy that flows through me, where does it originate? what made it go inside of me?