But at the moment I’m all alone, and that, that is really not good at all. My thoughts take over, they totally engulf me. I’m a prisoner to my own mind. I can’t get out. The things I do, they’re like addictions. I need to, I can’t stop. I’m carrying this darkness around. Trying to keep it hidden under the surface. But one day it’ll break and that’ll be the day I come undone, I’ll really need to go then.
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You know how kids sometimes create imaginary friends? I feel like the darkness represents an imaginary friend. Talk to the monkey on your back and find out what will make him dance.
@QTR problem is when the monkey is smarter than you and it is asking you to do the dancing
@lostnz Excellent point.
Personally i have a gorilla called Boris who keeps telling me to lambada which is a fairly intimidating experience
However he did come up with the idea of patient vs therapist death matches so he isnt all bad just slightly insane which i am in no place to judge him for