" Am I crazy?" she asks, her voice light and soft. Her gaze glinting around, searching, for what? I dont know. " Define crazy" " It's too loud in here....I... can hear them.." " Answer my question" " I don't know...Like voices speaking to you and shadows dancing around you," Her look was fixated on something behind me in the distance. " Yes what?" " Yes you are insane in societies perspective" " I don't...... don't want their perspective " She was losing focus on our conversation as fear radiated from her body. " I believe in order to call one Insane or judge another's mental stability you must relate or be mentally unstable yourself" " YesAll Rights Reserved