Messing with Madness

In such a mad world I realized that becoming as little conventional as possible was my best bet to get trough.

“Too much, “quite low”, “not enough”: are just cognitions that have been whiséred since long ago.

The emotions and thoughts behind that smile are no more than fragments from the past that have been chasing me around till the point of keeping crazy, a little foolish.

I’ll be losing my breath for others once in a while. As long as I don’t forget to get it back should be fine. At least that what I have been telling myself night after night while madness keeps fulfilling its task.