W E L L . . . T H I S I S D E P R E S S I N G
Standing in front of a camera. Reciting words I wrote long ago. Holding back emotions to stay hollow. So when I speak, it feels like I speak nothing. So I can feel nothing. And yet I still speak, and feel something.
Something building when I mention monsters. Fear monsters will find me. Scared monsters will hate me. Terrified monsters will want me.
And yet I still speak for the monsters. Because they need to be heard.