Let go.

My grasp on sanity is
Like keeping hold of an umbrella
On a windy day

I am dressed in a clown suit
And the  gusts of wind, huge

The realisation
That sanity is fluid
Turns my knuckles white
And urges me to
Look over my shoulder

 

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