55-Words: Hysterical

A day in 55-word notes…

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Last night

It was madness
I’m not afraid of madness
It’s the thought of being locked away for it that holds me back
That madness hasn’t left me; Oh joy!
One moment, one blink…is all it needs.

Love is madness, a screaming, hysterical madness.

I fell asleep last night with that thought.
And I dreamt all night.

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The Dream

Missing the lift everybody took
14-floor sprint in pitch blackness
Stumbling over sleeping dogs
Sliding into the lift, just as it shut

Made it!

Realising I was on the wrong bus
With my group
But no one was going my way

When I woke up
I wanted to go back to sleep and dream more.

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The Conversation

And then, later this morning

I can’t believe you’re doing this..

I am doing it.

I can see that but I can’t believe it!

Don’t be melodramatic!

But I’m not! I’m being myself for a change.

But I didn’t say that last sentence; I didn’t let the madness overcome me.
The dream lingers. Madness hidden.

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Finale

Never realized till now
That I recognized the same madness in you
Each time, it stabbed me
I didn’t want to cry out
So retreated to sanity
Would you suspect, recognition would draw a cry of joy?

Yet I acknowledge
Your hysteria, not for me
Joy and rage would join
In my cry of madness.