I am happily living in a dark place right now. Dark and twisted. Morphing into something closer to vindictive. A shade darker everyday. My precious... A glimpse of the psyche of those who turned from love to hate, vacillate from pole to pole. How simple thoughts can creep, encroach and contort. It only takes a very nuanced notion to find the right niche... with time, it festers and grows.
Everyday, I yell a hundred things inside my head. Every night, I wallow. Sometimes, I look up and see nothing yet see things. It's so surreal. It scares me, yet it's reinvigorating. Maybe I am going schizo.
Happy thoughts are for happy people.