monsters in my mind: conversation with myself

i gathered every version of me in one room. the tired one. the furious one. the one who pretends. the one who remembers too much. we didn’t speak in words. we spoke in glances, in noise, in red light, in the electricity of thoughts that never sleep. this is what happens when the mind refuses silence. when the past sits next to the present. when fear and hope recognize each other. this is not a meeting. this is a ritual. a necessary one. i didn’t leave that room unchanged. no one ever does.