Arcadia

11

We talk of monsters.

I try to tell you it's okay. It's okay to run away from the things that scare you. You don't have to face your demons all the time.

You tell me you feel sick. You feel sick when you have them running inside of you. You can't reveal it on your skin.

Can we not learn to love them, I ask you. Because the monsters, they love us too. Just like our angels. They keep running only because they care.

But monsters scare us less than angels do. We'd rather fight monsters. Big ones. Someday. But we'll run away first.

You wish the epics and novels and sung of running away and escaping instead. But the epics don't sing of us. They sing of kings and heroes and age-old tales too exaggerated to delight. We are Grendels hiding away in our lairs, trying to escape the obvious. We'll strike only when we feel attacked. Or maybe we can escape again.

Let's run away. It's always easier to escape.