Ways and Means....

I can feel my pulse.
So after all is said, I guess I am still alive...

Not morbid, this longing to understand my insanity.
Just a need to clarify.
You see...
Craziness runs deep here in my neck of the woods.
I come by it honestly.

So...
In silence I listen to the voices.
(Not the ones in my head, their nuts!)
The others in my world, who share...
Those who gently prod and push me towards hope.
And maybe joy...

Longing to come to an understanding of the ways and means of all I do.
I feast upon your logic and wisdom.
Shared with caring and love.

You will never grasp how much it means.
How sane it keeps me.
So I give thanks and slip into the silence so I can listen once more...