Oct 2014
I'm crazy,
but what does that make me?
My breath is ragged
from my thoughts.
My thoughts.
My thoughts don't stop.
They jump and leap,
and make circles,
chasing each other.
My thoughts I do not keep --
they keep me.
Is this reason to applaud,
or reason to weep?
but what does that make me?
My breath is ragged
from my thoughts.
My thoughts.
My thoughts don't stop.
They jump and leap,
and make circles,
chasing each other.
My thoughts I do not keep --
they keep me.
Is this reason to applaud,
or reason to weep?
"Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of intelligence." ~E. A. Poe
(Yes, this was an assignment.)
Also, I'm noticing that I'm apparently livin' up the whole repetition thing of late... Well okay then.
(Yes, this was an assignment.)
Also, I'm noticing that I'm apparently livin' up the whole repetition thing of late... Well okay then.
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)
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