There are moments when I stand on the verge of going
insane. As if I stare through the world, straight into the nothingness. I feel
it as an effervescing delirium rising from the roots within me slowly taking
control over my whole spirit. As if I can turn inside out at any moment.
Everything resonates with the spirit within me and frightens me as if I were
left to die. Loneliness springs from this moment and drips trough the holes of
my soul. Nothing feels real and the whole universe is compressed within
the space I find myself in at these moments. It amplifies the loneliness of
life and clears the thoughts on sanity. Something which happens to be our
definition of being against which we should revolt. What does being insane have any less than being sane? For all I can imagine I would be a more complete,
harmonious being if I were driven into the world of insanity and total
dislocation. That is why I surrender to these moments and
hope that once the effervescence will prevail over my sanity. Once I will have
to surrender. And once I will.