Love and madness…
Two sometimes indistinguishable paths,
The equivalence of impromptu directions
Written upon a frequently folded map.
Imperceptible perceptions,
Never meant for public view,
I could never read such vague hieroglyphics,
And I never really wanted to.
But now here you are, on the verge of my heart,
A place I never thought anyone needed to be,
And I find myself equidistant between
Love and insanity.

* de - june 2002