Demons usually come out when I am alone. For a long time, they bothered me, as if, I was dealing with aliens. At some point, you get used to the crazies. You have now come to believe that they are going nowhere, unless they want to. Which might as well be never.
In recent times, I no longer resist them. Now I try and embrace them, the children of a random cross. I let them be. They of course, let me be. Harmony.
Sometimes we play too. Today we formed a circle and were singing, "Ringa Ringa Rosies".
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