#orleon

Me, making a horrible life changing mistake

Lee, slightly raising his sunglasses and taking a sip: 'Acknowledged.'

Ever since I was a kid and I read a specific story, I've known there was a monster under my bed.

He's just there. And he might get me whenever I want. Of course, I'm not sure about the gender of the monster, but since a lot of things that scares me I usually design as male, here we are.

So there's a monster under my bed.

And ever since I moved into my apartment, Ive known that there are at least 3 old gods in the hallway between buildings.

I know they exist.

But I don't believe in them.

Because believing in them will give them power over me. That would give them the right to really exist. By not believing in them, by just knowing they're there, I'm keeping them locked.

And then theres Lee. My daemon, Orleon.

And i know he doesn't exist.

He's a figment of my imagination, my favourite waste of time. I can look in all the corners of the room and he won't be there. I won't even think he'd be there.

Because I know he doesn't exist. Even he knows. He tells me he's imaginary. And he's proud of it!

So he doesn't exist.

But I do believe in him.

Because by believing he's there, I get to keep him. Even though he doesn't exist.

Tomorrow we will get this bread

The night is hot, the fans are loud

Ruffling the fur of my leopard of cloud

We rest on the couch, 3 o clock

Camping in our living room what a shock

The night is hot, the moon's a veil

Casting shadows on your silver tail

We rest together, paw touches hand

Treading the line between dreamers land

And throughout the heat, it occurs to me