Madness

 There is this woman walking in my neighborhood. She walks a lot. The first time you see her, you can't put your finger on it. There is something strange about her stance; there is a point on the horizon that her eyes are trying to grasp - an invisible image, a dream, a perceived object, something. After seeing her a few times, you realize that she is, in fact, crazy. Not trendy crazy, not exuberant, not wild and fun, not eccentric, but in fact, plain mad. Her face is torn and deep. The lines next to her mouth are severe and there is a fire in her eyes - is it a desire to fight or rage? She talks to no one and stares ardently at nothing. Yet, I can only but imagine what must be going on in her head. I do not know the depth of her madness, but i do not that many demons must coexist in her brain. Things and feelings that no one but her can experience. And things and feelings that no one can fathom. At my worst, I thought I was going crazy. I heard voices, I couldn't control my body, I couldn't function. It was a black hole. An abyss so deep that i didn't think i could recover. I imagine being stuck in this place.  I think it must be hell.

This is my neighbor. Have you taken the time to see who surrounds you? We live so close yet so far. Get out of yourself. And feel for those around you. Everyone has got a story. xox