Darkness.
I sit at home, watching the grey sky, and
I smile.
The sun hasn't shone for days now, and
I'm happy.
I love to walk outside and feel the shiver of rain
Light up my darkly-satisfying day.
Its true when people say that I
Only think of negatives.
I like it that way.
I find depression hauntingly beautiful,
In the way it
Always comes back to me.
Everybody tries to make me think
'Positively'.
What if I like how I am?
My darkness is my positive.
It's my comfort, because its the
Only thing that's always there for me.
Finding happiness in all things lovely is
Sickly trite.
