I miss the days when I was crazy
Dancing in the yard at the psych ward, feeling intensely in love, seeing spirits at 3am in the morning, listening to Lana and being wild and free, staying up all night to talk about witches, life is okay now I paint every day, I’m stable but I miss being mad.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
