Sometimes you have to go a little crazy before you can find sanity. I think I'm close.
Madness is like an alternative residence. When sanity chases you out of home, take shelter in madness.
All stories are love stories, and there are numerous kinds of love, from the love of a mother holding her child for the first time to the love of blood that drives a psychopath, so I will always write...
If I can only see him in madness, is it worth trying to hold onto sanity?