My brush with Insanity

An air of mystery surrounded her. Most who knew her thought they knew her.

Your rational mind knows it best to stay away but when she chooses you can struggle but not escape.

She pulled me into the abyss (I asked for it) — it was torture. It drove me insane.

A long time after she let go, I lingered. I tried to find my way into the complexities of her mind. I found nothing. She wouldn’t give away her mystery so easily. I noticed one thing, her eyes, they caged a raging storm. Her mystery was her greatest weapon.

The most beautiful of things are best admired from a distance. Those who were caught in the storm, seldom freed themselves. When I finally freed myself (not without scars and wounds) I wished just one thing,
May she find peace.