Stark (Raving Mad?)

It was somewhere in a fairy tale...

What I mean is... (in case it matters)...

I live that, the words, the life, the addiction to love, the insatiable hunger for giving, sharing, trusting, falling, loving... the chemical rush, high, euphoria, love.

I save myself by raising my standard, separating this body from the mind, rejecting humanity as an unstable, untrustworthy, unrelatable species. Waiting for the one who understands, who can actualize the unconditional trust and honesty it takes to do it right, to love forever...

Honesty is such a lonely word...

Is there anybody going to listen to my story...

The words, the songs, the message...

Time time time it's telling us a story)...

from the beginning ... and before...

Even though I sometimes forget who I am...

Maybe, maybe I'm wrong...

So long sleeping, but the heart still beats...

so many ways, so many times...

shhhhh, the wisdom and folly are two sides of the coin that I flip every day...

as distraction, remember my space?

could be songs we never heard or foolish wisdoms echoing from the madhouse on the other side of the wall...

look into the words, and find me there...