They say there’s beauty in madness and they say that there’s beauty in truth. Now beauty in truth I have seen, but never beauty in madness. What is it that makes madness beautiful? Is it the escape from reality, the distancing of ones self from the literal world? Is it the definition of madness itself that is beautiful- to be insane, to have lost ones mind… Perhaps losing my mind would be just fine every once in a while. I don’t always desire to think logically. A little beautiful madness, now that’s what we all need.
