Thoughts in Bold Ink

Hoping to Explode

As I think; plan; build upon the ideas in my head

I pursue my craft with relentless perfectionism

Muttering at the 89 degree angle that my product has taken

Yes, it's so close, it's almost there

But I don't give it my all for it to be "almost"...

I pause in mid-madness, allowing myself forgiveness and patience

Do I forgive myself for my madness? What's there to forgive?

Haha!

See, I have a love/hate relationship with my insanity

The way I transform into someone that can and will achieve anything

How I go back and forth between thinking in silence and thinking aloud

Those "*gasp* Yes!" moments that are for me to know

And others to find out...

And yet, sometimes I wonder if this is..."normal"

I mean, never have I had a better understanding of myself

Than the times when I've lost my mind

And to be honest, aren't we all a little...odd?

Aren't we...supposed to be?

It's by exploring and expanding on those unpredictable territories of yourself

That you become genius

But I guess some things will never change...

No matter what people say and how they claim to crave a change

There is always this fear of the unknown

But this is equal to a fear of living

And this is just ridiculous

Really? No one calls this "insanity"?

Well, the way we humans work

Is that we either explode or implode

And we should all know by now that it's "better out than in"

I mean, we've all seen the episodes

When someone implodes, the heart and mind corrode

And you lose your soul to mediocre madness

Suddenly, 89 degrees sounds "too good to be true"

And a little peculiarity sounds like music...looks like fine art...

But what would I know? I've lost my mind...