Tag Archives: insanity

Familiar

It surrounds me holds me.   It comforts. It’s familiar.   It knows me, intimately.   Reality kept at bay.   This is better.   Safe. Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

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Risk It All

What keeps us coming back? What makes us act a fool? We throw caution to the wind. This form of insanity. We risk everything to attain it. We lie, cheat and steal for it. Grasping it is ecstasy. Losing it … Continue reading

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