Eliza and Her Monsters

motivation doesn’t come from nowhere. Like any good monster, you have to feed it.

How can you be mad that something doesn’t happen, when it would hurt another person?

Is it too much to ask that no one speak to me in the morning?

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.

I am, I am, I am.

—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

how does anyone else have the willpower to care like this?

Truth is the worst monster, because it never really goes away.

and how there are monsters out in the world, but usually the worst monsters live inside us.

and I excel at standing out in my true form.

succeed in disappearing in my disguise, and I excel at standing out in my true form.

Have you seen it in your parents? That moment when they become people? I think you have. It sneaks up on you, doesn’t it? One day they’re parents, and the next they say something racist, or get a cut that takes too long to heal, or make a simple mistake driving, and a facade falls away and they become mortals like the rest of us. After the facade is gone, it can never come back