Would you understand if we did not hold hands today?
Loving would be simpler, if I did not stumble over the words…I am afraid to say.
You see, the madness pepper sprays the sanity.
The sanity…handcuffs honesty.
Honesty in the end, uses her nails, sharp as a coyote’s pointed tooth, to pull wallflowers off the wall.
You see, I am not feeling myself today.
Something, I am sure you already knew.
Madness is just something I go through.