The lines take me to the endless rupture within my mind.
A journey filled with painful memories and missed opportunities.
A ride full of sorrow, anger and loneliness.
The words echo in this claustrophobic void.
Talking to myself, and others who don't truly exist.
Conversations, empty of meaning.
Hours upon hours of wasted time.
And yet, these conversations are the best that I have ever had.
Everything and everyone pales in comparison.
Is it crazy? Or is it wonderful?
Madness showcase, that's what I'd call it.