Parts.

The little demons of my past sometimes visit me. They peek through my front door knob's keyhole and they strike right when I'm at my most vulnerable mental state.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

And the fact that there's not a whole lot I can do about them when they run wild whilst I'm laying still figuring out how in the world I ever got them out in the first place is painful, granted, funnily painful, nevertheless painful still. And sometimes it makes me wonder if I even ever got them out. Maybe the part that really did hate them is just so convicted that I've gotten them out. And maybe, because I so desperately want them out of the equation, that's the part I've been listening to too. And who knows, maybe I really did chase them away and maybe I really did get them out of the system and maybe they just keep coming back no matter what. Whichever it may be, the fact remains the same. When they want me to succumb there's not much resistance that I find myself being able to offer. The number of parts I have within me is so confusing and at this point they've become countless. I can only recognize who they are and what they're capable of. They come by, do what they intend to do and fade off. Most parts, I welcome. Some, I struggle to chase away.

Love, peace.