They may call it madness, an affliction of the mind, a condition that needs repair. In truth, that is just one of the many ways they admit that they are scared of the world you see. They know they will never know the completeness of absolute surrender. So listen to me, this madness within, let it slowly own you. Let it spread its roots into the very fiber of your existence, every thought you think. Let it pump blood, let it breathe air. Protect it and nurture it. Give it shade, give it sun, wash it in the truth of your 3 AM tears. For what is madness to them is just that last flicker of life that keeps you alive in ways they will never know.

Fall in love with this madness, for it will kill you otherwise.