And Yet

It's alright as long as the sun shines, as long as the building is alive and the people are distracting. The demons are easily warded off on sunny spring days, and anyways there are always things to do.

And then evening arrives. When all is quiet in the apartment, the voices in my head get so much louder. How much pain unresolved, how much life unlived, coagulates in my veins and slows my body. In a quiet house, there is nowhere to run.

I go to bed early. In a few hours it will be light again. I'll just not look over my shoulder, until then.