Insane Again..

I write when I am possessed
Totally overwhelmed
I write because
I can’t help it
I write it out because
There is no other way out but words
I write out of a compulsive obsession
I write to get rid of
It

But now
There is kind of a
Gossamer of thoughts
Inside me
And the thing I realize is that
I am sad
Very sad
Irreversibly sad
And I can’t dissect my feelings to
Find out what fundamental feelings
They are made of

Life is pro’ly
Seasoning me
Fate is pro’ly
Getting ready to unveil
Colors like
Flashy red, distant violet
And shades of grey
Thick prominent thick
Shades of grey

Now it’s hard for me
I can’t let things
So foreign sink in
So easily into
This delicate my being

But
I know
Sooner or later
Grey and indifference will
Rule me
Me

One day
Sooner the better
This gossamer of thoughts
Will give up and
Disintegrate
Into all that it’s made of
To show me
Bare skin

And that day
I will find some way
To be
Happy again.

PS:OnewudncaretoreadthiswholeorhalfbutIcudncareanyless