What if -
our minds were recorders ?
Sure , we would go insane with the ever growing crowd of fear , hopelessness and our sinister thoughts that never seem to pull to a halt to its speeding train .
But ,
amidst all these ugliness ,
those few thoughts of beauty would shine like stars in midnight skies ;
still , the insanity of remembering the endless vast midnight skies will drive us to rip our souls to shreds ;
but then ,
who wants to be sane ,
as long as we can see those few stars ?
I do not .
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