madman caught The poet fraught
and in that land of the stormy naught
Burn and crash with the watchman's laugh
Warnings so undefined assail thee
The madman paced the poetic laced
and in that land of the landscaped waste
soot and ash of the knowing thrash
Yes, I am probably insane. If you have read any of my confessions, you would agree. I believe insanity means having a processor in your head that does not filter emotions and experiences in a healthy and productive way. This malfunctioning processor manifest...
where you stop wondering what to do on your phone, and start wondering if it really matters.
The answer is usually depressing, but you'll still be up another few hours. It's not a choice to stay up anymore, is it?
when you feel something isn't right. You know a paradigm change is happening within you, and it's not what you consider normal.
This premonition tend to pass though. After a while we stop saying or thinking that we're losing our minds. So if you need a healthy mind to deduce...
at some point called me insane. Apparently i laugh hysterically, i talk to myself, inanimate objects and animals and threaten people's lives regularly (i know i do the last one). I highly doubt all of this, they could be messing with me but it is a a lot of people.