Passion,
Love,
Insanity,
Chaos.
There is a fine line between love and insanity,
A border.
I like to think I cross that border.
Everyday…
Every night.
Maybe you don’t see it,
Maybe you can’t tell.
But I know…
I know.
There will be a day where I cross the line, the border, and never come back.
Would anyone miss me?
Would anyone care?
