I dream,
Desperately,
Of letting go.
I know I shouldn't,
But I constantly
Cling
to the idea of Euphoria.
Death?
Freedom?
Are they similar?
Or am I insane?
Should I be put away?
Succumb to my greatest fear?
Or settle for my beloved Euphoria?
The one I call Death Herself.
Questions cloud my mind.
So many.
Unanswered,
Puzzle-like.
A saying comes to my vision.

"You are insane if you don't think you are,
but if you think you are, you aren't."

It goes in circles.
Never ending.
Which one am I?