morning
You can really only see your personal monsters clearly in the morning. They're pretty clear then, they hop fully formed from the psyche like minor gods from the brow of Zeus, emboldened by our pre-caffeinated state of proto wakefulness. It's especially bad before the sun comes up, as if light dispelled them from our dream state.
They only appear then, and in other states of wild inebriation when the subconscious is given free reign over the conscious perceptions of the world. They sprout up like tiny little demons pricking at your feet and mind, calling you out on your inadequacies. Then get blasted away as we gird ourselves with cups of coffee, day old collared shirts, and bloody Marys.
Breakfast of fucking champions.
They only appear then, and in other states of wild inebriation when the subconscious is given free reign over the conscious perceptions of the world. They sprout up like tiny little demons pricking at your feet and mind, calling you out on your inadequacies. Then get blasted away as we gird ourselves with cups of coffee, day old collared shirts, and bloody Marys.
Breakfast of fucking champions.