i've been crazy for a long time. barely hanging on, but still hanging none the less. sometimes i watch the sand slip through my fingers. instead of scrambling to slow the grains, i just watch them drop and think about the waythey feels against my skin. i've been crazy a long time. weaving in and out of good and bad like a drunkard but its with a crisp sobriety that i make the willing decision not to make a decision. I let time wash over me like a river rock. I've been crazy a long time, but one day i will be smooth.

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