you are teetering on the edge.
edge of brilliance,
insanity.
something so wonderful,
so terrible.
something that people devote
their whole lives to
putting into melodies
and words on paper
that make you want to weep.
you are numb on the outside,
but once the shell crumbles
you are a mass of fear and loathing,
stuck running endless circles in your mind.
but there is also hope.
hope, mixed with curiosity
that tinges your cheeks pink,
draws you out of bed
at the crack of dawn every morning
and keeps your heart beating
with the ferocity of someone determined to live.