I spoke with this old lady last year, very old,

eighty or ninety,

Or so.

Maybe a hundred.

She told me how she had seen the world in a different way,

In a different light, in a different state.

She visited the places that no one else had ever seen,

That no one else had ever known

She spoke of a clouded sky that held an animated sun

And a key to forever youth

Crazy old lady…

As the days passed, months, and a year,

Whispers of her words possessed my every moment. 

She planted a vision in my thoughts that made me wonder

That made me want.

And so I visited her once more.

I asked if she had been to that place yet again.

And she tapped my hand and clenched my wrist as I felt her eyes sympathize

for my blind ignorance.

She went on to tell me how she had been going there everyday since her childhood.

And she was going there again,

Now…

Then she closed her eyes.

So now I see,

This crazy old lady found the brilliance we all can only hope to discover

And only hope to understand

For as we define insanity, we often close our own eyes to a life beyond rational thought,

And miss out on an entire world that lives unknown…

Inside.

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