Mad.

They call me mad.

Perhaps I am mad. If I am, does knowing that fact decrease my madness or enforce it? I don’t know anymore. Regardless of that, it constitutes little in the grand scheme of things. My dame once told me that the mind is what it believes. If I believe I am mad, than I am already lost. What I am matters little. What I believe is what matters greatly.

Edited by: Softy8088, Genesis1212
Prereader: Skeeter the Lurker, Reader Review