madness

sometimes insanity doesn't really exist. just normal people with normal thoughts, normal feelings. normal lives. but then, like a cancer, something changes and the normal becomes more than normal. and too much of anything can quickly turn to harm. it becomes too much.

interest turns to infatuation. infatuation turns to obsession. obsession turns to madness.

it spins in a vicious cycle of letting go and embracing, holding on to the insignificant and remembering the tiny moments of peace. refusing to let them go and then hating them for leaving you. leaving you so alone.

it's the turn of a coin, tumbling through the air, always falling, but never caught. 

it seems so sad to think of it, so unfortunate a state. pity for the mad ones. 

then i realize.

i've been mad all along.