[Written: 2025-02-07]

I start my day, awake, staring at the demi-demon of my mind. I look for my strengths, my family, my wife, the world. But, my demi-demon, the apparently living part demon and part god being, that will not die or remove itself from my brain and life. It whispers out loud that I am the mirror image of these too, the bi-polar opposite.

I can’t define who I am anymore, I turned to drift wood so quickly.

The devil appears everywhere, yet all I can think of is who is his Sensei.

Am I sleeping my life away? Am I wondering my days into oblivion? I look for the strength and resolve to make something of my life.

Though my pen is the only thing with any charge to give me direction, and I can’t tell if it’s pulling me to my destination, if if I am guiding it. Is it possessed, or am I?

All I know for now is I am still here, and that is amazing.