delbert1

Insanity hung as if by a single hair suspended over my head like a bear.  It pounced and drowned me under its weight as my faculties unwound and bound.Upward my energy was wasted.  Had I had fair warning I would have not hesitated.I so urgently wished that I had moved aside it.  As if as easily to do as my wit.When I was young and joked about insanity without a blink.  It engulfs me like spilled ink.On the paper of the last page of my dying mind's chapter. Insanity assures me it won't ever end...happily ever after.

 Saying words.Saying words creates space in my head again.I'm compelled to create new order for my words.I want to pierce the bland droning tones of daily talk.By saying words.Saying words to ears that have no choice but to hear.I'd rather say bright syllables that makes one listen.Like forwards and backwards words.Here's to Anna, Hannah, Eve & Elle.Is it crazy how saying sentences backwards creates backwards sentences saying how crazy it is?Change it up; isn't it our duty to our readers.To have fun and share without care or cuss....Now I've said my words and I head to bed.With a calmer mind for dreams to paint.

(Belated)

Thank you.  It was an all day affair to reach it!