Read between it.
No answer lies.
Not even a hint could survive.
Madness.
Hit the dead end.
Comfort yourself.
Pain is part of the game.
And you can never win.
Acceptance.
Not even acceptable.
Insanity.
I could wait.
Forever if you want.
Even I hate waiting.
Even if you don't come.
I'll still wait.
For the nth time.
Madness and insanity.
Both at once.
Because when it comes to you,
everything happens at once.
Like being danger and being saved.
Like my favorite almost and my biggest what if.
Like living and dying.
Like loving and hating.
And between those paradoxes,
is a thin line
A thin line that sets the limit.
A stop.
A big NO in my world of yeses.
A boundary in what I thought is a never ending madness.
A wake up call.
And the thin line tries so hard to limit my madness.
But it cannot contain my insanity.
It overflows.
Like diffusion.
So passive that it didn't require any aid to flow.
Like it destined to spill and divulge everything I hid.