“Oh you must be crazy,
because you can laugh all the time,
I never see your sadness
both inside and outside.”
Yes, I am crazy.
I can make a joke of everything,
I don’t think of bad things,
Just let them pass.
No. I’m never crazy.
But because consciousness is a poison.
Because my sadness is a flood.
Because I’m concerned
people are too weak to bear the truth.
Crazy is another name of Sadness.
Oh let me be crazy,
Together with this crazy world.
So that I can live in a way –
chaotic, but very much,
easy.
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