Tangible

sleepless night. i know why, and i can't stand it. i work at it, with all the tricks in my bag. i want so badly to reach for my usual sanity checks, but i promised you that these things we keep to ourselves. "no discussions." yes yes yes. so i look at myself in the mirror and i am so ashamed at my weakness, so obvious, in my eyes. and then, i remember those words you said to me. seven words. and i realize that this is the tangible proof that i should not need, but that i do.