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Out of my mind.

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Crazy. Insane. Out of his mind. These words. What do they mean? What is crazy? What is insane? Who is really out of his mind? Is it the guy who kills people because he was tortured when he was a kid? Or is it the guy with the long salt and pepper beard and toothless smile? He's crazy! They say and run away from him even though he did nothing but smile at them. Is he crazy because he thinks that life is good even though he's living in the streets. Is it a crime to think that life is worth living for? To smile at strangers because the weather today is just so damn good. The weather warm yet chilly. It's filling his lungs as he plays softly on his violin and a thought strikes his mind. These people can't enjoy this weather, they all have somewhere to go. They're chained to their own thoughts and actions but you! You're free! 'he tells himself. Like the melodies that are floating around you. What about the crazy serial killer? He sure as hell wasn't born with a knife clinched to his hands was he? Who did this to him? His abusive parents maybe? Or was it a bunch of his so called friends who stuck a knife to his chest when he never saw it coming. True friends or so you think.. They stick knives to your chest. Right into your heart " I always hear. So think about it. He started growing up with something in his heart . No. It wasn't something. It was a hole. A black hole full of all the tears he locked inside,too afraid to show that he's weak, the anger he tried to prevent from what the world is turning into. He grows up and he tries to make things right according to his perceptions. His life. His thoughts. So what is really crazy? Is it them or is it really you? Is it the kid who begged for love with no use or the man with dirt on his face. Or is it you?

Have you thought about it before? Have you thought about asking the "Crazy ones" Who is crazy? What would they say?


" You. You're no better than me. You go around destroying people's lives to get a promotion at work. You can abandon your family to get more money. You go on with your life saying I will enjoy my life. Someday I will quit, Just not yet. What's the point? Money? Why do you need money for? You're the crazy ones. Prisoners of your own thoughts. Some people call me a bum and I'm okay with it. I draw..I draw each of their faces to remind myself that I'm much better than most of them and I play their cracked voices in my head. Some call me a killer? At least I kill people as I'm looking straight into their eyes, not in their back as you do. Call me crazy. Call me insane. But it's okay. I'm already out of my mind. I'm not a prisoner to my head or thoughts.I'm free! My head? It's up there. Soaring with the birds in the sky. Mixing with the tiny pure droplets of rain and green leaves that are falling all around me.I'm enjoying this marverlous world. So why can't you do the same? Why haven't you stopped to think how lucky you are to be a part of it. Everything is a master piece, a great work of art. The sand grains, the trees, the wide endless seas. Everything. Why are you searching for wealth and power when you can easily feel it if you looked up to the sky.. It breaks my heart seeing you killing each other searching for power. You don't deserve to be living in this beautiful place. You don't deserve to be alive.. "


    "We're all the same. We'll all live in the streets.. Someday.. But I'm okay with it, they already know me here."
Just a thought i had.
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