Insanity

Those who Dance to the Music are considered Insane by those who cannot Hear it. But are we not all insane? Are we not part of the same life of sound, music and death? Are we not all behind the same wall? We're all insane. It's just that not everyone knows it. Which is why they're staring at me because I'm humming. I'm sure everyone knows they're insane but refuse to admit it. So they stare and judge. Probably. Of course, we're absolutely mental. We're mad. All the best people are. But the really insane ones are those who think they're normal. Yet they send us to mental institutions. Because they honestly don't realize . . . we all have monsters. We stopped running from the ones under our beds, when we realized they were inside of us. We're all monsters. No avoiding it.

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