the madness that keeps me sane
In the tapestry of my thoughts, this madness weaves intricate patterns, each thread a fragment of my dreams, fears, and desires.
It is the laughter that bubbles up from deep within when life feels too heavy to bear, the tears that cleanse my soul when the world becomes too much to endure.
This madness is my sanctuary, a realm where rules are meant to be broken, where the impossible becomes possible, and where every flaw is celebrated as a stroke of brilliance.
In the eyes of the world, I may be deemed eccentric, unconventional, or even downright mad. Yet, in the sanctuary of my mind, I am free—free to explore, to create, to discover the boundless depths of my being.
For it is within this madness that I find my truest self, stripped of pretense and societal expectations, basking in the raw beauty of authenticity.
So let the world call me mad, for I shall wear that title as a badge of honor—a testament to the vibrant tapestry of my mind, the madness that keeps me sane.
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