Sometimes she felt like the world would rip her apart.
Her whole life she had tried to fit in while her whirling, swirling soul sang songs of madness and passion.
Yet she knew, she knew the madness was her gift.
She knew everybody felt the same only some a little less and some a little more.
She knew this THE MOST when her eyes met yours from across the room and you were relieved.
She could feel that.
She knew this when she heard your stories and she saw how you opened.
She could hear your heart sing just a little bit.
For a moment, you knew you were not alone.
I guess the world would rip her apart but only as much as it would rip you apart and in that was Humanity and Love.