I've learned it's not so much a question of whether or not the insanity has invaded...but a question of whether or not I will embrace it. I've lived with doubts. Fears. Anxiety. And just a bit of insanity. All have crept into my veins like a lethal injection, spreading to my soul. But as the darkness grows, I wonder...is it really so dark?
I wander my dreams like a wolf following prey. Still looking, hunting, for that one sign. That one clue. For so long, it has kept me at arm's length from the world as I scarce can see through that darkness. But if I open my eyes. Awake from the dream. Can I see both the darkness and light?
Insanity has its advantages. It is freeing. Exhilarating. A necessity to seeing the light among the shadows.
