What is insanity ?
Is it staring at yourself in the mirror, willing your body to do the needful, shouting when both your heart and your mind refuses ?
Is it talking to those who care about you and realising that they never existed ?
Is it talking to yourself ?
Is it seeing things differently ?
Is it believing in things that don't exist ?
Is it flinching at a noise too loud or a movement too fast ?
Is it shaking due to some unknown fear ?
Is it being cold and lonely in a room full of warmth and people ?
Or;
Is it seeing wondrous, terrific things others can't see ?
Hearing stories others can't hear ?
Being special enough not to live one but many lives ?
Is it really so bad ?
Being insane ?
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Way Ward
PoetryLife is a jumbled mess. And from within this mess, I'm gifting you "your" stories, along with the stories of some other lost souls. Way Ward - A way to find your lost self.