in the light of night,
it maneuvers closer, brushing against me.
The warmth is oddly comforting
as it spreads.
The strange comfort frightens me
and I slink away
only to find moments later
it brushing against me yet again.
Did I move towards it
unknowingly?
Or did it drift in
momentarily unnoticed
but not unwelcome?
I find myself shifting
moving closer, needing the warmth
again;
Desiring the sanity,
Desiring all the chaos it promises.
As if sensing my withering hestitation
the sanity pulls away
playing games
Tempting, Teasing, Denying.
A tug o' war raging
between peace and turmoil
order and chaos
reality and dreams.
A war in which even should
Sanity win, the prize is
Insanity.
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