i think i'm losing my mind
and it is a slow process
it is a cultivation of the oddities i've grown into my personality over the span of more than a decade
but it has always been there
i do not know why people assure you that you're sane if you feel that you are not
it's like turning on the nearly burnt out lamp on my desk and hoping to see sunlight
i am not sad
i have other feelings
feelings which i cease to understand
i am curious about why everyone seems to understand them but me and that is the speculate observation made in my universe that has led me to the conclusion that perhaps i am mad and there is nothing special about being mad because everyone's a different type of it
to compare madness is utter foolishness and to deny it is even worse
and if I'm mad and you're mad and she's mad and he's mad, then in the case that we are all mad we may not be mad at all
so that's all we are then right, 7 billion mad people?
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the Cloud & her tears
Poetryher thoughts are wind ; her ideas a storm ; her laughter a hurricane that has forests pinned; her smile a rouse to make bees swarm; ° this is poetry by the Cloud & her tears °
