I am madness contained in a vessel
A chaos sequenced as a man
My mind is a nebula of beliefs
A soup of confusion, understanding
And a dash of awareness

I spit my fires of idea like a volcano
Or I will implode and die in my bubble
I worship and **** my mind
That concocts my insanity and undoing
It is brimming with conspiracies or optimisms or
Lies
And sometimes all at once
Dancing like wildfires in my skull

But then my hand sought a pen
Gripped it
And never wanted to let go
My insanity was now written
Visualized in a beautiful black ink
That was to be the link
From my walled spectrum
To the limitless world

The shackles of having this mind
Freed eternal words
from a prison of imagination
A passion now burns
In a mere dreamer that is
Who I am
A longing now lingers
To be known
To be spoken
A purpose is now uncovered:

I must write
To leave a mark
I must write
To tell stories
I must write
so I can tie with
The brokenness, the joy, the imperfection and
even the contradicting beliefs
Of strangers, of friends
Of murderers, of victims
Of idols, of the outcasts
Of the loved, of the abandoned
And of people,  just normal, coexisting people
So finally, finally,
We might understand
One another