I lingered in pockets of madness, they were
like crushed velvet on my fingertips.
Soft gentle with a hint of static on my nails.
When I had lived in sanity it wore on me
like a cotton jumper, irratating me, my
thoughts rational and lucid I felt *****
"We are only as crazy as the world around us,
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
I lingered in pockets of madness, they were
like crushed velvet on my fingertips.
Soft gentle with a hint of static on my nails.
When I had lived in sanity it wore on me
like a cotton jumper, irratating me, my
thoughts rational and lucid I felt *****
"We are only as crazy as the world around us,
