Have you ever laid and stared at the ceiling, motionless, just thinking. Just letting thoughts flow. In and out. Thinking about everything. About life and everything in it. Good thoughts and bad thoughts. Dragging those thoughts that you shove in the dark because you are afraid, out into the light to see what they’re made of. You don’t know if it’s the right thing to do, but you do it anyway. Because they swirl around and you just have to make sense of them. It’s not fair that you have those thoughts. The dark ones. But whoever said life was fair?