there is a loss of insanity when you lose your way
sane is over thinking, over correcting over analyzing over doing EVERYTHING
insanity is where the truth lives
bits become jumbled and paths become twisted
things lose their shape, their meaning
flowers fade, trees blossom
but you, no you are still grey, faded almost
through a pinhole in the air a light comes
darkened by volumes of hate
pinhole becomes keyhole becomes becomes becomes
light, bright and full and warm
develops, envelopes, creates
one day you can hope for bright.
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