There is a fire burning inside me
that keeps me warm
in a world full of cold people.
There is a madness about me
that makes me desperate,
desperate enough to not be satisfied,
not be satisfied with being “SANE”.
I am insatiably hungry,
so much so that often,
I forget I need to EAT to be alive.
I have Dreams,
Dreams that not only sing me to sleep each night
but also get me out of bed each morning.
I suffer.
A lot.
But never from the heart-breaking, soul-shearing disease
of “letting outer reactions affect my inner actions”.
Instead of indulging in a pursuit of happiness,
I revel in the happiness of pursuit.
