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Form matters, even more so in madness
Admittedly, when old friends have
told me of the breakdown they had
the
previous Spring, or of the
depression
that clung to them this entire
decade,
I glanced away, wondering, how
can they tell me such things
while
we are eating ice-cream, and
without
even a hint of apology for
ruining
the comfort found in a cloudy
day.
I reply, I went almost insane and
I may still commit suicide, one
year.
I gladly would exchange
pleasantries
if I could; yet, this, it
occupies me, and
adjusts any reasonable thought,
leaving me
able to recite only madness in
good form.
The other looks away,
embarrassed,
nervous, unsure how to enjoy
the afternoon, or the downpour.
Caili
Wilk