It is true that my only real universe
is the certifiable one
that lives inside my mind
but I still have space
space for possibility
the possibility to think and reflect
and to paint
madness, being my best friend
when he knocks on my door
we paint
we paint
almost as if
my heart be in my hand
we spread the joy
through tears of disgust and loneliness
together, eyes closed
brushing our next masterpiece
who cares if anybody likes it?
it’s mine, hell it’s ours?
and I shall find a place for it
maybe madness wants to take it home?
placing it on his mantelpiece?
I admit, I miss him dearly
when he has to leave
never knowing if he’ll ever return?
but, he always does
and for today
i’m satisfied
with what we have achieved
this…
a beautiful madness.