Messenger

Insanity isn't so bad, really.
The crunch comes when you see their eyes
Through yours.
In that moment you retrieve enough sanity to understand
The puzzled looks and strange concern.
You understand for once how your presence imposes
On their world thats shooting sparks.
You occupy the empty spaces between the moves
Copywriting a moment in tme.
Our time is spent tagging the waters acryllic,
Letting the tide move a brush
Whether they know it or not.
The cracks are where we smear ourselves and bubble.
Light staggers on the fault lines of scars.
You can call me crazy but,
I see both forests and trees.

I will not allow you to lie me into your oblivion.