The dangers of a sick mind can't be underestimated. It is hard to see beauty in madness. Thoughts slowly become poison, toxic. Thoughts are no longer intangible but liquid, slowly dripping down, sinking down to the bottom, where sanity lies.
Sometimes there are just no words to truly describe the ugliness, the tiredness and lingering hopelessness that clouds your thoughts. You find yourself in a dark, empty room and you can't see a way out. . The sublime isolation barely brings relief, for every day is another day lost to this never ending chaos of emotions. At the end you just sit there and watch others live their lives and you wonder how they do it.......
Without a touch of madness, changing your perception of reality, creating this exquisite flow of ideas that make sense to no one but yourself. Without the beauty and wonderment that madness can sometimes bring, so unusual and foreign to everyone else around you, without a certain degree of madness the soul withers. It is this relentless sense of purpose, the intoxicating amount of possibilities that can drive you mad and make you feel alive at the same time. This is a curse and a blessing.