Roommate Scars

Locked Up

~2 Months later~
It's been hard. I go and see X back and forth through out these two months. I've been with X the first month and then on the second I planned on being with Maz but once it hit the middle of the month I felt the need to check up on him. I feel emotionally attached, like I felt him when he felt fucked up, was our bond that deep, blood deep.
-Calling X-
Me: Hey, so how are you right now.
X: I'm starting to question my insanity.
Me: Why?
X: Some nigga keeps trying me so I did what I felt necessary and I feel like I could've handled it better.
Me: It's fine, it's not like you're expected to be completely sane in the first place. I know how you are, you have moments where you're just ready for someone to do something so you can snap but that's okay. If you feel the need or even feel as if it's necessary to do what people call 'crazy' then do it, you have a valid reason so why shouldnt that drive you to do what you feel is important.
X: You make me feel like I'm not crazy, you make me feel sane.
Me: Because you are. You're just different, you have different triggers and I think it's amazing how different and just how you're a medicine.
X: Medicine?
Me: Listening to your music, your voice, your wisdom, it's everything to me.
X: Im happy you feel that way.
Me: Have you wrote anything or done anything music or writing wise in there?
X: Yea.
Me: Lemme hear.
*Sings Kill Me *
Me: That's beautiful.