The Insane Complexity Of An Oblivious Reality
Lost in the depths of an irrelevant past. I cower inside my mind. My sanity slipping. Slowly breathing, it doesn't help. Nothing helps. Nothing needs to help. Who needs sanity? When the only thing left is reality. Or insanity? What is the difference? Reality is an insanity. An insanity slipped through the mind. Seeped through the skin. Wherever it takes me. My sanity slipping. Will be where I need to be. It's fate. Or what is believed to be fate. But how could you understand? You'll never understand. You're not me. Nowhere close to what could be me. The complex mind of a simple solution. You'll never understand. You wouldn't want to understand. Then your mind would slip. Slip into the sanity that I don't belong in. My insanity. Maybe I do belong. Maybe I do accept my fate. Or, what is to be believed as fate. The mind. Such a fragile thing. AS the mind comprehends. It slips. Farther and farther. Into my insanity. Into the oblivion of reality.
Keizer Henderson
sicK pandaH · Fri Oct 08, 2010 @ 05:47am · 0 Comments |