Where Monsters Roam
Where Monsters Roam
They’re Out of the Shadows Now
Monsters seemed to be everywhere as a kid. In the closet, under my bed, behind my door, under bridges, watching me from behind trees. While my family thought it was silly, I would always check twice for any monsters in my room, easing my paranoid and fearful thoughts, letting me settle into the darkness of my cramped room that always had a funny smell to it that nobody could find the source of. I’d be falling into my dreams where I would be flying, free in the sky, fearless, carefree, I’d be alone. No monsters were haunting me above the clouds as fresh air made its way in my lungs, bringing me to peace. In my other dreams, I’d find others, my people I’ve never seen before, but they’d be shouting at me. The strong winds soared through the air, cutting off their words, and jumbling things in my head. I heard them trying to reach me, but I was far to ignorant, far to carefree weaving through the clouds, desperately wishing to touch the stars shimmering above me. I didn’t even try to hear them, and I paid the price for it.
