Hello, this is like my mind after 12:00. It takes on a new perspective. It explodes with all those things that I kept in during the day. I lose myself when this happens. It's like living as two people? A contradiction if you will. The contradiction of wanting to be able to say you're okay, yet not wanting to be; if you said you were okay you'd be lying because you're simply not at times. Of course there are things, people, that can erase these things even for a second. It's like a breath of fresh air. You can see clearly until the storm fills back in. It's the contradiction of wanting to be their light meanwhile you're trapped if your own darkness. Which can sometimes mean you're the demon in the dark. I consider myself this at times, something to be afraid of every now and then. In that state one is unpredictable. Will they destroy themselves or people around them. Maybe they're toxic. I know I am.
This probably doesn't make any sense but to anyone who is actually reading this I hope this resonates somehow. I'm not to bothered if many people read this as it's just for me to expel what I keep behind closed doors; some of it is darker than others, so please; be aware of that.
