Does talking to oneself make one mad?
So many mad men in sane conditions
Most will say cupid missed an arrow
When a mirage is shattered, the picture becomes a looking glass
Some are just Arya Stark with a list
Some minds are just cages for demons
Some are always green, you just can’t see it
The rare ones who dare to care are still not okay
Some are like a million pieces, scattered in different directions.
How do you chase a rabbit down a hole?