I started thinking about my existence.
Whilst I walk on egg shells trying desperately not to crack,
I had a moment of clarity.
What if we are all born crazy and we are just scared of becoming sane.
The medication we take is just there to wrap our emotions and conscious thoughts in bubble wrap.
Perhaps we are just hiding behind our neighbours,
so we do not have to explain away the atrocities of this world.
Maybe I am based on a cartoon,
that I just didn't find funny.
Fear is becoming all too familiar.
Is it safer to hide behind my keyboard or am I just kidding myself?