at my mind steeps,
its slow motions and steps into insanity every other second,
I digress all that put me in here
whether it was a poem
a lost state of being
an unloving mother
a cigarette case
The Fairy Garden from Ma Mere l'Oye
or flower motifs.
Because realizing you are crazy is a whole another dimension of being it.
"I suppose the heavens have different plans for me. If I am fortunate enough to yield, life can become beautifully vague again." I said and closed my eyes, ready to face another dimension.
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