To me it’s crazy how I can blaze with poetic conversation for hours, incessantly pouring out the passion of the insanity of my ways of reasoning and perception, seemingly without pause, while u just stay quiet and respectfully watch me with a humorous light in ur eyes and a faint smirk on ur face… and after I’ve exhausted all the energy of my dark spiritual fury, by way of all my hard-earned prison-house book education, u just get up and say, “ ok, ok, I hear u now calm down jeez…dang this guy, always so serious.”…. it’s at those times I know that yeah, I may be nuts… but that I’m also loved…
