Don't wonder why people go crazy.
As I sit alone in my favourite corner once again, and the soft sring breeze touches my cheek, in the house that somehow feels empty already, I wonder. In the face of all we can lose in a day, in an instant, I wonder what the hell it is, that makes us hold it together.
So don't wonder why people go crazy.
Wonder why they don't.
posted by S @ 6:01 PM
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