I am madman who never felt the love from others while Abdoring the season of inept hope, misgivings and shame. How should I behave that would be acceptable to them, to you, to myself? Can you sense the agony in my words or look away as. Insanity seems merely the desire to seek ignomatitic solutions to otherwise, inane solutions.
In never seeing the events that occurs from my reactions then how can I be sure that my crippled mind is the sole outcome. The fatal destiny, with mere Perception being the judge. If I am drowning then my breath be still. If I am afire then the heat kills. My grotesque thoughts become civil?