Thoughts are the shadows of feeling,
always darker, emptier, and simpler.
I don't care if they're fake or real.
I just thank them for showing up at all.
I have black periods.
Who does not?
But they do not have me,
they are not a part of illness,
but a part of my being.
What am I saying?
I have the courage to have them.
It's four in the morning.
This sucks.