Frantic Ramblings of a digital Alchemist 0003

I love, as best as my flawd soul is capable.
Truly I do!

Also, I wish to find a place
where my cognative abilities have no limits.

A mad man groaning and churning
Drooling
Piercing my brain to kill
the logicalness
The rules
Given tools, cognitive moods
Conforming to views
only considered from one perspective

I draw over and over
On the pen ink stained walls
Painted with theorems
explained to an unblemished heart,
with a mind half gone

The variables include,
the ability to explain the truth,
being embarrased about being sincere,
and why people cant be a little fucked up,
and learn to deal with it

But I stop, and sigh,
calm down, clear my mind,
return to normal every physics
of bouncing balls, and falling stars

But the mad hatter
will one day
jump out of his closet
and fuck everyone :/