It's one of those nights
when you're just
sitting alone, and thinking.
Thinking about everything.
About why is everything
the way it is.
Wondering about whether
the sun would rise from
another direction
if you stayed happy for just a day.
And that's when you
start to question yourself.
Question why you
are the way you are,
question your existence.
Compare yourself to
everyone and everything
around you,
even though you know
that isn't right.
You think of every
old mistake you made.
You think of all the sad
pasts of your life.
And you feel that weird
feeling in the throat
where you want to
start crying but you can't.
You think it might
ease the pain,
but it doesn't.
And slowly, eventually
your mind takes over
all your senses.
It doesn't make
you feel better.
It tells you how right
you think about everything.
And here's the
saddest part of it all.
You start to believe it.
Every bit of it.
