They often say to not let your thoughts run away with you. But the curse of an active mind is such that resistance is often short lived when it comes to the demons in my head. Memories creep from under the bed and skeletons make their way from the closet to speak to me softly as I sleep only to wake and spit out your name. The screen brings relief from a mind tired of aimless yet purposeful wandering. A sullen expression that might seem so hard to read but I see through you so easily.