We've kept the demons locked inside.
Inside is safe.
For us. And for them.
We don't want our demons on the loose.
Not our dear demons.
We are stuck in our own egregore of the cave.
Plato laughs, while the shadows created
Reveal us the dark parts of our unconscious.
Are we the demons?
Outside, the light glows.
The light, frighteningly hot,
Frighteningly bright,
Frighteningly comfortable.
Comfortable, but uncommon.
The clarity reflects the possibilities
But also the mistakes.
It reflects the colors,
But creates umbra.
It opens the eyes.
And blinds them.
The demons hide in the corners.
Life, which once seemed like an unexplored field,
Now looks like an abandoned forest.
Its roots, my nervous system.
I was somebody, once.
I've already wanted to step outside.
But the hunters left traps.
What's left of my legs doesn't hurt
As much of as what's gone.
The stars shine, mocking my demons.
Our ephemeral existence, in the sea of emptyness.
Will I stay in this cave with my demons?
Or will my phantom limbs push me
Towards the unknown horizon?
The familiar pain is better than the emptiness.
Is the familiar pain better than the emptiness?
What is there in the emptiness...
For those who don't fear the dark?
NinGuénS
