Many people

I can miss many people.

I miss my demon.
Especially when I am too happy being distracted by small comforts that continue to paralyze me. No one but my demon can pull me back to harsh reality.

I miss my enemy. The chaos.
When all is content and a boring set of the same tune. Since I cant fight myself. I need someone to warn me of my danger. To make me move.

I miss sadness. And anger.
Because soft spoken honest words arent enough to tell you what its like to feel this intense, inside.

And yes I do miss you. You and hatred. I miss how you convinced me to be insane and fearless and full of volume.

Even if it meant I could never be me again.