But if I am mad then how aren't you? Perhaps you are mad and I am sane
How does one know if one is sane? How does one know if one is insane?
But is insanity a luxury? Or is the luxury sanity?
What if one was sane but recognised the sanity as insanity? Would one be insane then?
Or perhaps one was insane but to the eye insanity was sanity? Would one be sane then?
What if sanity was insanity and insanity sanity? Would the lack of clarity over insanity and sanity be but a normality?
Or is the true clarity that insanity is a normality? For who is sane?
Is it I? I, who dreams dreams and inner thoughts are most shy?
Who wakes when she sleeps And sleep when she wakes?
Perhaps we are all in subdued insanity If so isn't insanity a normality and sanity out clarity?
Or insanity is our clarity? And sanity is a dreamed up notion for normality?
Who is mad? Is it I?
Or the world in which there is no clarity over insanity and sanity? And there is nothing but a formality which is normality which should or should not be insanity?
monsters caged, curfews placed on the dead, no more play. no more roads to travel miles down, no smoke, no more fumes to travel miles down your throat, your reign has ended. - mass energy reset, restoration & balance.
take a look at what man has done to earth. - the natural order and flow in disrupt, as false riches now wither and rot. fear not. - do everything in reverse, return as old and wise then leave as soft, empty and innocent as child.
with demand as initial intent, i wish to continuously glare at my feet to meet masculine energy in abundance awaiting my inquiry. - thinking swift on my feet then using charm and wit to greet each intimate connection. - i love it here. they love it here.