Sometimes, we owe it to insanity as it gets us through the thick and thin mostly through the thin as we find ourselves slipping in between the cracks and somehow we survive it when a hand reaches out to us into giving us a raise back from the dead. For insanity unlike addiction is the voice that grips us of reality. It is the touch of it that wakes us up in the morning. It is the snows that we thought we'd never see in the daytime to work. It is the taste of sugar that goes down our throat as we take a sip of it...even though we didn't want a taste of it we're still drinking it.
For the frequencies of insanity and sanity is not something drawn easily in the line of our life. It is surely the commodity of one's transportation through the day. As our conscience is the control of our will but never the unconscious for the unconscious seeks out the will to survive everyday in anonymity. It is insanity that writes out our heart and speaks a truth unlike any other.
I remembered looking in my pool the other day when I laid my feet out as I knew it was cold. I thought to myself I wanted to take a dive but my legs felt like it was freezing in the waters but I just wanted it to stay just a few more minutes but I kept the biting wind blowing with my feet in the pool already I can't help but think what am I doing... It wasn't cold compared to Alaska or even Patagonia. It was a 65 degree water but it didn't even matter really. I didn't care about it...no, I wasn't looking at the edge of the knife again I just wanted to stare at the deep, but not so deep, abyss known as my pool. It is 8 feet deep and as I felt like I wanted to take a dive at it real badly I started to think less of it. Medically speaking I would have an hour to live should I had taken that dive or else my organs will start to shut down...kidneys first then heart and finally brain as it anatomically drives it up there I found myself if it was worth it but once again I didn't take the dive. I just looked at it. However, it didn't even phase me as well because a reality was fading away like a fart.
I then stood up put my clothes on and walked out of the pool and I thought I was weak but then I remembered I was insane enough already to lay my legs out in the cold waters of it and never caring about it. To be sanely insane is to not be insanely insane so does that make me a saintly insane person? Religiously irrelevant, I mean, to where do I lie my balanced self with insanity and sanity? Or are they evenly balanced but to say they are balanced is to think you're just taking a nap because you're dreaming yet when you're awake you also are dreaming. For you are in both cases dreaming the dream you just dreamed of. Twisted right?
So to dream in insanity is to live in insanity but never let it too much as it could get predictable. Idle by and when the time comes again just refer to yourself as the sane person as you claimed to be.
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