We’re all a lil crazy.
Wanting things we know we can’t have. Once in a while sneaking into dark alleys of our mind we know we should keep at bay, holding our breath, quietly, casually, pretending to not care but in reality looking direly to find a workable way out. Even though we’ve been there a hundred times, even though we know its a solid concrete. Maybe we can sing a lil something that pleases God and a stone falls out and we see that beloved, piercing streak of light. Oh the light that is worth years of blindness.
Or maybe another day.
Sanity is overrated. We’re all known by our degree of eccentricity.
Word prompt: Degree