Insanity Exists..

Indeed it does, and it's with me right now.

I'm know I'm losing it; I'm certain it's only a matter of time. I don't know when and I don't know how, but I know that one day I will wake up to find myself somewhere I don't remember, surrounded by people I don't recognize, and realize that I'm completely gone. I imagine myself to be like Edgar Allen Poe, stumbling around in anothers clothes, inarticulate and rambling. It's already happening. If I sleep at all, I wake up mere hours later disoriented and afraid, thinking and speaking of things that I'm not even sure truly exist.

I keep waiting on something to happen, something to blow me one way or the other. To be (sane) or not to be? I know that is the question; however the answer is far from my lips, the tip of my tongue, and even my brain. The answer is floating around above me just barely beyond my reach. I just hope I can grow taller, and soon...