there are no demons
only
a multitude
of versions
of selves,
all of them
the same in the basic
outlines of who
they are
beneath it all
actually
for real
with all the same faculties
but
with varying strains of
emotions
and
climates
and
environs.
did you know that
we all experience
the same situations
more or less
did you know that
all that differs
is how
you feel about them
what you hope to gain
what you feel is expected
what you've experienced before
; since before
recollecting.
what is feeling then
really.
what *is* it.
because that is it.
that is all it is
that sets us
so far
apart
in destiny
and outcome
and actual day
to day
to day
to day.
Jun 4, 2016
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