madness.

i sit here wondering,

who does the madness belong to?

is it me to blame.

i am the creator of my world.

am i not?

or is cause and effect.

someone makes a decision in their world.

and somehow or another

it affects me.

changing my course

that in turn,

alters anothers' path.

so can we blame no one

for the makeouts that weren't supposed to happen.

the ones that were, but lead to nothing.

the handshakes, the hugs, the complications, the ends.

the laughs that turned into feelings, that turned right back into laughs.

and sometimes into tears and fuck yous.

all the trivial things,

the casual friends

the best friends

the friends that all seem to know each other.

and their relationships make you cautious.

nervous, because it's dangerous.

and there it goes.

once again, the thoughts reel through my mind.

this world is made of so many different elements

and they lay upon each other

tangling themselves in their own complication.

and here we sit

analyzing, disecting, reviewing, gossiping

over every inch of every life we've known.

and we come up with nothing.

except there are rules, and there are exceptions.

and at some point you will be the exception,

but you must always know you are the rule.

until. of course, you are the exception.

BULLSHIT.

it is all, just simply,

madness.