screaming
as though there are no ears pressed up to my walls of sanity
i\'m in disbelief
to see my feet still firmly on the ground
trying to catch my breath but it just won\'t stop running
silence
Cordelia could not heave heart into mouth
just as I cannot now
if only I had any heart left to give him
why can\'t you care?
yet I marvel more at the fact
you make apologetic cuppers faster than I can thrust the window open
to breathe in the right air, the new air, the air that isn\'t intoxicated with you
toast and orange juice
to cure all midnight moments of madness
and I have faith in what my old lady says
for she too used to howl in the shower when she thought the water could race faster than her thoughts
or atleast enough to silence her
late night eclipses without divine intervention
disassociation
O, let me not be mad
Not mad, sweet heaven
Keep me in temper
I would not be mad