Why must my madness only be palatable in eloquence?
Can’t I be mad out loud?
Why can’t I wear my madness in my attire?
Can’t I just not shower? Not sleep on time? Not eat right? Walk straight? Nor exercise?
Can’t I just be unabashedly insane for a day and still be considered well?
“I’m doing well” “I’m doing pretty good” “I’m ok actually” “I’m fine” . Banal.
Can’t I get one day to feel my skin get warm…hot? from the inside.
To see the sun! To actually see her you know? …
It’s been too long…I’m beginning to forget why I can’t just be mad OUT LOUD
I’m growing weary of keeping the madness to myself
I’m yearning to spill out over the edges
Dance naked in the sun…can’t I?