I was looking for an outlet. Any outlet, to pour the overflow of nightly haunts onto. I’d watch them squirm and struggle for air. My air, my energy, the free space of my mind that they’ve embodied. The morning dawn glows softly through the curtains and those demons recess to the back of the abyss that has become my mind. Another night I’ll slay those demons, but for now I take a deep breath for I am the one struggling for air, for energy, and a free space in my mind.