Madness....
Is it a manifestation of time and thoughts?
Nah...
It's the outward expression of an inward confession....
Madness...
Of the heart the love letter written from beating tremors
Madness....
In the compilation of heartfelt palpitations, do you ever sit back and think...
Time passes, you blink
Time passes, you stare
Time passes, you reflect
Madness....
Is the feeling of not letting go... Of the twisted contortions of deflated reality, the need to draw back and find the illusion that the heart holds... On...
The mind is hostage to the infliction of suppressed emotions, hard pressed to escape it's capture
Madness....
Restoration of an ancient ideal brought on by the infliction of a thousand year old notion that I Am his rib, he is my protection....
Madness....
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