The Hamlet Project

No, no, not I. Grateful for it, yes. Mad, no.
There were moments I missed the madness – wanted to be crazy in love, to lose my senses, to become stupid for it but I have found a whole other hosts of pleasures in thy love – that I didn’t know were possible. I am comforted by thy love, warmed by it. Thy love doesn’t make me stupid; it seems to make me smarter. Thy love doesn’t make me weak in the knees; thy love makes me stronger. Thy love doesn’t turn me into an idiot; it helps me stand taller. Thy love buoys me up, like water under a boat. Baffled by thy love? No, thy love makes things clearer, like a good pair of glasses. I am not lost in thy love, I do not disappear. I am found. I am more vivid.