I started a joke.

"In a mad world, only the mad are sane."

- Akira Kurosawa.

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Hello?

Is this what insanity feels like?

I couldn't get out of bed,

but each time I did,

I couldn't kick that thought away,

about how insane I am.

I couldn't stand seeing the light,

it was all too bright.

Each time I did,

I closed all the curtains

and switched off all the lights

to enjoy that dark insanity.

I couldn't stand seeing people around me,

I couldn't even stand up.

Each time I did,

I crawled away

into the room,

under the sheets,

to reconcile with

the feeling of  insanity.

I couldn't stop laughing

at myself, of course.

Each time I did,

I didn't stop myself.

I let myself laugh,

it was so intense.

I couldn't stop thinking

about what insanity must feel like.

But each time I did,

I already knew I am.

Hello?

Is this what insanity feels like?

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M.

which started the whole world crying.

But I didn't see that the joke was on me.