The dimensions of insanity are always virtuous! Is it tough to believe? Thought so…but what you will make out of it i.e., this piece which might appear very fancy but at its core, it will be hollow…and barren… (Hello..!!! Which it is not!)
But nevertheless, there is a chance of one getting impressed with abstract! The first sign of insanity?! Then please define me sanity!
Firstly, I won't be convinced. Secondly, even if you manage to make an almost negligible mark. Then, Sorry, I don’t remember having such a useless thing like sanity, in the first place. Hold on, hold on, Please don’t speak… it would spoil the illusion I have that makes you intelligent! After all, you all are perceived intelligent in the worldly view, whereas I am just trapped in the cage!
Because, the doctors say, I have been put into the right place!

But then, why am I blabbering? Simple…look at me! I crave attention! Indeed, I am insane…and indeed they are right! They say, I go through the bouts of hallucination. Thinking about the things, which don't exist? But then, I can claim, I am creative, because, only people without imagination escape into reality!
"I just had a mischievous grin on my face."

another thought which striked me, If I start caring what people thought I’d never let go of my space…though, now that I am thinking to think about it, it’s a very nice option. Isn't it? Should I attempt caring? Let me give it a try from tomorrow!

I’m a freak in my own mind. Hehe. That sentence is so catchy. If my doctor reads it, he will do two things- will enroll me at Oxford and publish this line in his own name. I know him, the Rascal. Not rascal, rather bastard! He shaved me top to bottom! I miss my hair. They say, hairy male have more sex appeal. But now, no female inmates would develop a fancy for me! Jealous morons.!

No one ever told me the exact reason, of why am I here!? They say, I had lost my mental balance. I was becoming more of social menace!

I used to believe in the things, which people found unreasonable and impractical! Look, I can so clearly talk about the things which were said about me and still they say, I am insane! The fact is, I am talking all these after receiving electric shocks! Am I still insane?

Oh, wait…two tear drops came out of my empty sockets! Let me rub my nose! Oops, it's looking so colourful…totally red…pink and orange! Giggles! :))..Yeah, that sign is good. It conveys my giggle very accurately.

Doctor also said me that people no longer identify with my feelings, my thought process! But, what befalls the flawless? Why should I mould myself in other’s desired shape? Isn't it said that, wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are? They, themselves did not believe it! I have a LIFE! You moron, it is in capital letter. Don't you get it? LIFE. I did just one different thing, whenever life gave me lemons; I squeezed them in people’s eyes and ran.! Was it a crime? In fact, they should have thanked me for showing them a wonderful use of lemons. But no, I am put behind this bird’s ass size cage. Filthy freaks!

They think, they are very smart. Smart, my foot! All of them are negative. Sadist. Why don't they understand, if they are going to be negative, they should keep it to themselves! Go, Wallow in your self pity in the freaking closet, where no one can see and no one will provide you a fake sympathy!
I cry, you also cry and that way, we both will achieve a sense of gratification. Oh, crap! My nose is running again! Where is my tissue paper!

For me, hell's a party and I’m on the list. The numero uno invitee. GRIN. :)). I am living my own life, for I will die my own death. By the way, why do people have to die? What purpose this inevitability serves? Oh, yes…To make life important. Tell me, how an officially declared insane person can come up with such answers! I guess, my higher education paid it off.

Please, please, make my doctor understand, I am insane because, otherwise I won't survive in the outer world. This is not a matter of chance, but, rather choice.
It's a long struggle to pick up the forgotten pieces of my existence. I don't get the solitude in this asylum, when my mind used to feel like going to all those confusing roads! I miss those moments!

They are shouting at me for why am I keeping lights on at this late hour! Let me go to bed with my running nose and loose pants. They say, even if I wear nothing, it won't make a difference! In response, I try to keep mum because, I tend to become homicidal when people try to reason with me!
I guess, I am embodiment of their darkest fears, boiling their blood in grains of poison…and that poison is being gifted to me as of now!
I am going to sleep with my eyes open and a lovely heart but forever spoiled mood! They say, moods have no loyalty but still it should be heard! But they won't! I know!

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A page from a so called insane’s personal belongings, found dead and buried in the mental asylum!

Breaking the cacophony of silence, a petite shadow emerges out from the ram shacked place. Radiant smile, firm posture depicting her well carved flesh and bones. One can't ignore Stella. Seeing her, it gives a feeling that her soul, her spirit is truly manifested through her body. She looks as though she is floating…Flowing hair, eyes still, a mocking resemblance of a dam holding gallons of waters, toned up body, reminiscent of an eternal virgin and yet making the onlookers feel as she is not aware of it! Or rather, she deserved to possess all these virtues!

No one could actually gauge the actual reasons behind her working in that place.old, broken people with looks displaying a lifetime of unfulfilled dreams. Stella is trying to ease the pain in her own silent way. She is a companion to all but her companions….??!!

Her Diary bloating with random emotions was privy to some of the most unguarded moments and lexis…

“People find it weird, leaving my best lover and working here anonymously. I Am Addicted to This Perceived Fate. You don’t really have to support the reason as to why I left. I had a cause. I needed to fight the demons, the ever so shining presence in my life. Childhood trauma, forced occupation and the bliss of unmatchable proportion. Can't you Support me so that I can come home to my despaired soul-mate? It takes both rain and sunshine to make a rainbow. I faced the rain, relished the flick of sunshine and preparing myself for the eternal sunshine by enduring the prolonged rain.”

The red cover of diary was witnessing the words inked with black and emotions of white. Diary had its aura of taking it all, even the sense of understanding the words.

“I still want to drown myself in his arms and die in your lips. The closer I am to the Light, the greater my Shadow becomes. And I don't find any reason to not to accept that. Probably my husband was the light, I always craved for. My poet was a real artist! He was an artist of emotions. Overworked, underpaid, and starving. Whereas I am actually a standalone character, so I don’t actually have too many collections which I’m aware of. But the concept of managing natural phenomena does intrigue me, so this kind of stuff is likely to reappear in some other standalone character’s life as well. Will I be misunderstood again if I walk with velvet feet and make no sound at all? Can't I sit in the doorway at night to watch the darkness and face its full might?

What I am trying is to be aware of what remains hidden in the day. For it may harm the unwary. Life's no fun without a good scare and I want my lover to realize this.”

“If he has loved me truly, it will suvive…Buildings burn…People die. And yet the real love lives forever.” Humans used to scare me. He changed that. He made me fall in love with humans and their fragile emotions. I never realized everything can be drawn. Even things that can’t.untill he came in my life.”

“Just a Flick of his thin Wrist, A nonchalant Wave Of The shapely Hand, he helped me Dismissing the World in a One Night Stand. My wedding night. Was I expecting anything more than that? Won't it suffice, if I achieved the designation of a wife and made love in the capacity of my husband’s better half? Will it be a sin if I confess the dreams in which I’m dying, Are the best I’ve ever had…?"

Diary had numerous such scribbling which no human being could ever witness. What to make of diary’s destiny? All it can do it to absorb the said and felt. It also carries few marks of dry tears for unknown fears. It was sitting blank as Stella was feeling nausea and had a bout of puking. So in a moment of recollecting its experience .

It kept wondering, Why Do We Have To Lose Out To A Memory?” almost always. Diary wished it could convey its feelings to Stella that ‘you’ve always been A Great Piece of Draw. A Perfect Poem That no Poet got yet to write..!! Or just a moment, someone tried to but couldn't complete?’

The daily chores and overflowing emotions was making Stella tired. She signs off…
“Loneliness is a widely understood thing. Yet greatly misunderstood. The puzzle will be cleared soon. May Life take you hard, and Death takes me easy. Our meeting again is inevitable. In flesh.

If not so, then, who will stop me from seeing you at the cemetery, and then we’ll be reunite again. But that is the last resort. Before that, a thousand things will happen. I have to say I’m favoring this other than the reason that it’s good. Its rationale.

 I am hoping for the best, just hope that nothing happens, a thousand clever lines, unread, on blurred pages of my diary and choked heart. I know you won’t ever ask if I don’t ever tell you. I know you better enough to know, confess and boast that you always loved me and I loved you back.

From dust I was, to dust I'll fall…
And the end will justify the means…