Of Sanity

I have walked on the edge of sanity and fallen over once. I came back, but my life is still precariously balanced on that edge, waiting for just the right moment to push me over. I still remembe rthe exact moment I slipped only 5 years ago, and I live in constant fear it will happen again. Every weird feeling, or noise I hear, or strange sensation sets me on edge and I stiffen and wait to see if this is that moment all over again.

It's a hell of a way to live.

bluehaiku bluehaiku
41-45, F
Feb 25, 2009