16 July 2012
It beckons. I hear it gently calling me.
People talk but never listen. All wrapped in their individual worlds.
"Give in," it whispers softly "give in".
I used to think I was the only sane person here. Used to tell myself it all the time. Make believe I was different.
Such silly notions. I shout, nobody listens. I have my own world too. I often slip through the door and gently turn the key. One day I may not come back. I may stay there where it's safe. Where I am known.
They say whispers can sometimes be heard when shouts can't.
"Let go, be free. " whisper whisper always a whisper.
So now I wish I had no one. No one to hurt. No one to care. Why won't they leave me alone? I just want to be alone. Truly alone. Don't I?
"Never alone, not when I am here. Come join me."
Maybe I should. How long does it take to slip over the edge? A moment or an eternity to embrace insanity?
"Will you join me?" "Yes, I think I will. "
12. Insanity • Opuss № I