My demons have blue eyes. The new demon was always different than the last, but the blue eyes seemed to be a requirement. I always fell for their sweet words. I’m waiting for the day it will be an angel. I have decided that I won’t wait anymore. I have decided to save myself. I will no longer listen to my demons. I miss the warmth of summer, and the fresh air of the forest. I’m not going to rely on someone else to bring me what I want, especially when they don’t understand the value. I’m ready to spread my wings.