lunatic | harry styles

iv

4/21/1993

dear sanity,

lucy has come and gone,

and the tears have come and gone,

but most of all, 

lucy has taught me something,

something i find valuble.

she taught me that losing your sanity isn't a bad thing,

she taught me that losing your sanity just means that your sad, and confused.

am i sad?

am i confused?

what am i?

am i labeled?

please talk to me, sanity.

i think i'm starting to feel something towards lucy.

she's beyond beautiful, i'm sure you know.

but i'm starting to look at her differently from when i first saw her at the foot of my bed.

but i've never been in love before, so what is this, sanity?

are you there?

are you listening?

i know you are.

she's been visiting me more frequently,

i've been looking, but i don't think she's anything like me at all, sanity.

she's beautiful, kind, she's already got her sanity, so she doesn't have to worry, like me, and she's not sad. 

why is she visiting me, sanity?

do you know?

i think to myself, and i remind myself that she's not real, she's just in my head, but how could i imagine something, and be able to feel their sweet touch, if their not real?

who would want to visit someone as useless as i?

can you at least tell me that?

-harry