The definition for
insanity,
according to the Chinese,
is:
doing the same things
over and over,
expecting
different results.
I see this
everywhere.
People digging
deeper
and deeper
into the same hole
all of their lives.
There's no chance
of climbing out.
I can feel it
on their skin.
I can hear it
in their voices.
I can smell it,
even before
they've entered
the room.
Insanity
eating
away.
It's true,
we are
creatures of habit.
But this is
too much
to witness
everyday.
I've got to stop
looking at others
and go out
into the woods
or under some forgotten bridge
and stare
at nothing.
Nothing
doesn't mind
changing.
I can only
hope
to follow
its lead.
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