Insanity

When do you reach it?

The young man, with wild eyes and a trembling voice, began to ramble about insanity to anyone who would listen. He spoke of the fine line between sanity and madness, how easily one could slip from one to the other without even realizing it.
As he continued his monologue, his words became more tangled, his thoughts more scattered. It was as if he was unraveling before their very eyes, his mind slipping further and further into the depths of madness.
"I used to think I was in control," he muttered, his words barely coherent. "But now... now I see that insanity is just a breath away. It's like a fog that creeps into your mind, twisting your thoughts until you can't trust yourself anymore."
His audience watched in a mix of fascination and horror as the young man's speech devolved into a jumble of nonsensical phrases and incoherent ramblings. It was as if he was speaking a language of his own making, a language that only made sense to him in his deteriorating state.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the young man fell silent. His eyes glazed over, staring into some unseen void as a small, sad smile played at the corners of his mouth. The onlookers exchanged worried glances, unsure of what to do or say in the face of such a profound descent into madness.
The young man remained in his trance-like state for what felt like an eternity, lost in the labyrinth of his own mind. And as the sun set and darkness descended, he whispered one final, chilling phrase, finally coherent:
"Insanity is a lonely place. But sometimes, I think it's the only place where I truly belong."
And with that haunting confession hanging in the air, the young man's descent into madness was complete, leaving his audience with thoughts of the weakness of the human mind and the thin line that separates sanity from insanity.