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Jun. 11th, 2012


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Madness is seductive. It whispers sweet words in your ear, draws you into its embrace, kisses you softly, and snaps your neck. In some instances, a touch of insanity can do some good, but it's hard to go back once you go far enough into the fray. Eventually the only way out is hitting rock bottom. The catch is you can't see yourself falling, you only get snapshots—until you happen to end up there like some sort of time-lapse scenario. Life becomes a Goosebumps Choose-Your-Own-Adventure novel, but the ghouls lurk inside your mind instead of between the pages. What is everyday life to somebody with little grip on reality? Many dismiss everyday insanity and look for textbook clues for illnesses like schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. But you don't have to think you're God or be constantly unstable to be nuts. These days, nearly everyone has a screw or two loose in their heads. Some just have a few extra.

The most difficult thing to ignore is insanity's constant siren song. It's safe to say it looks a lot better from a distance, but you see it through eyes a hell of a lot more distorted than lukewarm beer goggles. Your head is coated in a thick fog from the start, until it's hard to see the outside through it, and you lose your sense of who or where you are. You can't see or grasp any helping hands.

By then, it's up to you to pull yourself out of the quicksand. Otherwise, you'll find yourself falling alone.