If you love yourself, go mad

I like to think I'm crazy. I relate to madness as it relates to me. If it had blood, I'd adopt it as my father and learn from it.

The asylum would be my home.

I'd lay in the asylum garden, look at the sky,smile. I'd smile and the clouds would form to  reciprocate.

 A visit to the asylum would teach life lessons, on how its cruel to live your life not being called mad. It is not a condition but a way of life.

If you love yourself, go mad.

Hdk