† Project Shum †
Who judges when thoughts are absurd or questions ones sanity? What is the border to what’s normal and one thats insane?
I want to be free to think, to think outside, to think strange things, to just think and imagine.
Why is this world so boxed up, so guarded? Why couldn’t I have a moment to think negative, bitter things. When mourning, when struck by news or things gone out of control, isn’t it okay to think strange things once in a while?
† Project Shum †