I cultivate my madness. It keeps me sane. It allows me to go through the motions without feeling motion sickness. I gorge my madness on music and words, and I sing to it "Grow."
I pretend to be normal to the best of my ability. They reward me by saying I'm mostly harmless. Another day then I can go home again, to cultivate my madness in peace.
I sing sonnets to my madness. I lie in bed with it at night. My madness is closer to me than you could ever be.
Saturday, November 05, 2011
Ode To My Madness
By
¡Benjaminista!
at
7:40 PM
Labels: inner life
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