Madness. What is it exactly?…
and why the hell does it exist…?
What purpose can it bring to any sane individual?
The fuck do I know about it. I’m just as clueless as anybody would be. I can throw rocks at broken windows just for the sake of it. Yell obscene words from left to right, screaming my head off just to feel the vibrations. Do I show it?… naw, why would anyone want to show this side to anyone. Nobody goes around doing absurd shit unless there is a reason.
Ah, yes the reason.
There gots to be a reason…
It can’t be just any other reason either, gotta be something anyone would understand. Anyone in their right mind would agree the cause of madness would be this four letter word. They’ll go to war for it, tear down walls for it, deeply claim it for their own with no regrets.
Sustainable, fulfillment and all consuming… oh how it feels like an entitlement and it really is.
Clutch your fists to keep it together darling, it isn’t over yet.
Madness is knowing ALL of this and keeping it under your skin.
It’s not until you’ll come to know someone of your caliber from all the chaotic ways love can muster up, you’ll watch it all come down.
You’ll try everything in your power to keep yourself from not falling apart but it will be futile.
Unraveling all the places you try to keep hidden will fall because that’s the purpose.
I know this now…
It’s not some mediocre bs kind of love and it’s not something you’ll see coming. The unexpected is some life changing substance and it’s an addictive. It was like we were made to be this way. Madness will drive us to throw stones at the windows to shed the light in our lives we seek so badly.
Drunk on Madness….
I’ll tell you this… It’s better to know your madness, know it well because it’s there for you to know real love.
Mad love is the center of all things made.
⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋