Do you share something dark and twisted and stay up into the night?
Or do you share something light and comical in the hopes of a laugh?
Do you try to find words for all the things you can’t say?
Or try to find the perfect phrase crafted by someone alone in the dark?
If you found the right thing to say could you make yourself say it?
Or would it slip away like the fading thoughts at the edge of sleep?
Do you stay up and let the hurt ache inside your chest?
Or do you grip your pillow tight and hope it fades by morning?
Is it better to live insomniac with the self inflicted pain of memory?
Or do you doze off into the unknown ether of what dreams may come?
What’s more terrifying: the familiar demons in your head?
Or the unknown one under the bed?
What do you do when you don’t know what to do?
What do you do when all you can do is feel?