They're so high and mighty, hanging out on their cloud.

The last time I saw them we were all on the ground.

They say they cause goodness and they're so proud.

Yet they forgot, they're the reason we fell.

I spend my days below cities.

I listen to real thoughts,

not just prayers from the holy.

I give more than just pities.

I give real power to fights.

Us demons are the ones that protect you, who care.

Angels don't listen to any thoughts or prayers.

We might cause a war or two, causing despair.

But we provide you with progress, the real reason for greatness.

So next time you wish for an angel to listen,

pray to us deep below your feet

We can give you ambition,

and make your life worth the feat.

The human brain is truly gray.

It creates so much good. It creates us. It makes us empathetic, protective, loving, and happy. What we often call the result of our hearts, is our brains.

It also creates evil. It gives you the impulse to jump when you stand near an edge. It makes you aggressive, angry, hurt, and sad. It creates anxiety and depression. A simple thought from it can kill anything. When you call heartless, is also the brain.

How can something so small create so much? How can something itself define what we see as black and white?

"Mmhmm, I'm awake." I brushed the water off my cheeks. I went to swat my puppy, he loved to wake me up with his kisses, but instead hit a large hairy leg. My eyes shot open to see a large man standing above me with a watering can slightly tilted towards me. The early morning sun instantly doubling the pain of my hangover. The man looked angrier than my parents when I told them I didn't want to go to college. We both watched as the water slowly pooled on the tip of his can and then fell onto me again. I slowly sat up only to realize I was half naked and sitting in a pile of fresh soil. That's a great way to start the morning. The man was silent as I gingerly climbed over his garden fence and started looking around for my shirt. I could feel the sun already burning my back. I gave up under his sweltering gaze and started walking away. He watched me walk until I turned a corner onto a busy street. People watched me with disapproval as they walked by in their church clothes. I quickly realized I was nowhere near home as I could not see another white person down the entire street. I already stuck out like a sore thumb, I didn't need to also be half naked. As I half-walked, half-ran, I spotted a small store and hurried in. I slowly beat a rythym onto my legs as I looked for a shirt. I froze as my eyes fell onto a label in front of me. I couldn't read a single word on it. I glanced around to see what kind of money I would need if I could even find a t-shirt in what I was quickly realizing was a grocery store.

"Are you lost?" A young woman spoke up from behind me. She gave me the first smile I had seen since I had woken up.

"Where am I? Oh, and do you know where I can find some clothing?" She chuckled in response. She reached into her bag and handed me a large white t-shirt with a brown stain across the side.

"You are lucky its my laundry day. To answer your other question, you are in Mexico City." She started laughing as my jaw dropped.

"I live in New York City," I quickly explained. "This is insane. I must be dreaming. That's the only way. The last thing I remember was central park."Her face went from laughing to scowling. Her voice became almost mechanical as she grabbed my arm to hold me still.

"They know. Re-run it you idiot! Add some new memories like I told you to. Central Park only hurts us!" She growled. Then everything went dark.

Until I could walk, I crawled. Until I could run, I walked. Until I could fly, I ran. This world flew by, until I could fly. Now it is frozen, until I decide what to find. It was once so much bigger. Now it is mapped and silenced. It grows no longer. Now, I can run, so I run past my problems. They were once so much smaller. Now, they only grow bigger. This world is utter chaos. Until I just walk, finally. I will simply walk, like I once did. Now, I will crawl, finally.

Health, happiness, and life are the three light crowns we are expected to wear. There shadows, however, create the three dark crowns we all must hide. Sickness. Sadness. Death. They haunt us everyday. You cannot admit that they exist, lest be shunned by the bright crowns that the world puts on pedestals. So I took the crown of sickness and sadness and death, and decided to change this narrative. I decided to become what no one expected, and change this tiny world into a place no one could forget.

It can come after a storm, or before the end. It comes from the lack of a busy day, or from the one hour of freedom between your appointments.

Anything can bring it. Music. Friends. Pets. Books. Screens.

No ones calm is the same as anyone elses.

Some people are always calm, we call them type b. Some people are never calm, we call them type b.

My calm comes from thunderstorms. The rain on the roof, the thunder against my music, the cold wind entering my window, and the dark clouds giving me permission to put on my pajams.

Her calm is the beech. The ocean waves lapping against the sand, the bright sun on her tan body, the laughter of family and friends, and the cold drink her hand giving her the confidence to rock her bikini.

His calm is from the shelves on shelves in the library. The slight smell of mildew, the absolute silence that lets him think, the librarians who know not to bother him, and the distance these stories give him from the rest of the world.

Calmness can come from anything. I'm writing this to be calm. So don't forget to let yourself be calm in the chaos that is your, our world.

Come with me, to the end of the world.

We fought, and tried, and bled

So we must now go.

Do you trust me?

I swear to protect you,

From the flames, from the waves,

From the winds, I will protect you.

Thank you for following me,

No matter what they said,

You followed me.

And now we will walk,

For days, and weeks together.

I cannot wait til the end.