Negativity is like a drop of black ink falling into a glass of clear water. You feel it falling. You hear the subtle microsplash. You can see it forming a cloud. You become aware of the cloud, and try to run away from it. Eventually, however, as dry as you are, that drop of blank ink will disperse. No, it will not disappear. The water is grey now. Another drop. Another cloud, another dispersion. Greyer. You can only try to cope, and wait for everything to flush out.
Drink a lot. It might help.
During twilight you note that your mind works in layers; not even parallel. This one stubborn layer will betray you. It will, that stubborn rebel within you. While the others recede to let you sleep, this one suddenly becomes clear as day, and it wakes you up – melatonin defeated. Then there it is, dancing on the street. It takes over you. You become it. You dance on the street. You think it is you. Consider yourself lucky; this one might be positive.
Drink a lot, and hope that water dissolves. In the meanwhile, just blame it on the hormones, and smile a lot.
