My friend :: what is it like ?
Me: what is ?
My friend : your pain ?
Me: it's like I suddenly can't breath ....and I can't believe how absurd everything is ..so I just end up laughing hysterically.
My friend: that's why they mistake your pain for... joy ?
Me: or they assume I'm crazy , I'm lucky that way .
My friend: lucky ?
Me: yes, people would fear craziness, no one looks into unstable people unless they were unstable themselves or paid for it , I'm invisible .
My friend: curiosity will push them to ask ..to know .
Me: that's when I answer in riddles, so after awhile they give up and go away .
My friend: I'm glad you are not alone .
Me: I'd trade my pain for yours .
My friend: you laugh , I cry , people mistake you for hysterical, people mistake me for an emo ...I think we can't trade .
Me: I don't have any more tears .
My friend : no you don't ..lucky ?
Me: sometimes I think so, at least I can use pain and mock my wounds .
My friend: cruel joke .
Me: cruel joke .
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midnight chats of the so called insane
Spiritualjust chats between friends and their crazy talk .
