Madness

Panting ...gasping...lungs bursting..aching for air..

A vision..

Of running through the grass..pouring in air..down to the deepest level...

until every cell is ready to burst...

“There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond

which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this

ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete

forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness

of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a

sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad on a stricken

field and refusing quarter.” *

....and to those who have been denied happiness for too long.

Pretend.

To be a lover...not the earnest steadfast kind. The passionate.. voluptuous

... tempestuous ..uncertain .. insecure.. kind.

Pretend too..to be denied your love.

Imagine.

A room full of people...tinkling glasses...glittering jewels...seeing the curve of a neck..

as she tilts it back to drink... a bead of moisture makes its swift progress down the arch.

People talk...the tide swirls all around you...and you live only to watch that drop cover its uncertain path.

Outside..humanity..with its civil boundaries.
Inside...panting..gasping..aching for life.