Love Our Insanity

Live in sanity or live insanity?

Happiness is like the midnight train, if you catch it you’ll be sound asleep on it for the night without a care in the world but if you miss it you’re stuck in a dirty dark station with the hobos… stuck … Stuck inside your own mind with no way out other than gently scratching at the thin membrane that separates this train of thought from what’s left of your sanity … Fully aware that if that last barrier collapses you might not make it out the same person that went in but still scratching at it is all you can do. It’s that tick that let’s you know time still flows it’s your heartbeat and the only sustainment for your soul like a sad sad reminder that you are alive but somehow dead inside. Does the lack of freedom to act define paralysis? Well than the lack of will to act defines something morbid like a desire to cut through rotten flesh and fade away. This is how it feels to be phased out of existence thus every lonely crippling night inside your mind battling with your consciousness is the paradox of the halfway departed. Happiness is like the midnight train, if you catch it you’ll be sound asleep on it for the night without a care in the world but if you miss it you’re stuck in a dirty dark station with the hobos… You hope to catch it tonight though but you are afraid of how much jumping in front of it resonates with your soul’s spasm-driven crying…