When insanity locks itself up and sanity is forced in the next room. When sanity pines for one look at the insanity. When insanity is self-indulged, satisfied. And when sanity all but desirous, far from satisfied, praying for insanity to overbear and overwhelm.
When all the sanity in the world is not enough for the tranquility and peace that you desire and insanity does not come to the rescue as the tranquilizer it had become, to ease the pain. To make it worth living the week after the listless, tiring week that sapped you of all desire to live the next. A week that makes you as crazy to think and write this.
Getting up in middle of the night with these random thoughts. Scattered really. Insanity opened the doors and took me with arms wide open. So, rest for later... [end of part 1]
It was not me writing all this. It was my shadow. In a moment when it no longer embraced my body. I was searching for it. It completes me and its back now. Self-embraced and content, with its act of randomness.