I sat in the dark, thinking. Nothing but quite thoughts filling my head. Then it occured to me many others think. Many others have time to give thought to the same things I have. We all have our dark corners. Our places where we think freely and give life to our fears. We work so hard to give the world our face of bravado, yet those quiet moments, when we have nothing but ourselves. The whispers, incessantly chanting. Trying to test our resolve and break our facade. I think thats what hurts us the most, knowing that what we present isn't always the total truth. I try, but as much as I tell there is more I don't because you don't need to know. There will always be those whispers I alone listen too. I'm sure we all have them, the trick is not letting them have mastery over us. I think that was my problem for a while. I was in this constant state of listlessness, never really coherant, yet there enough to convince people I was ok. Nothing seemed to have the vitality it once did. Everything became a chore. I couldn't climb out of this funk. Til I sat in my dark corner and sorted things out. The world didn't gain all of its beauty and vatality back, but I did see a lot more than I had been. Perhaps all I need to do is sit and think and finally conquer my inner demons. Just a silent thought.