no pun intended

What is with you?

Do not try to step across the line, do not push it. The line belongs to fate and the benefit of doubt goes to the line.

Loneliness is only an illusion; The world is crowded with people.

Madness is only a perception. Not being sane all the time is a sure enough sign of being normal.

Who could tell if one is not sleeping when one lives a waking dream; Or for that matter one is wide eyed while sleeping a dream.

Does it even matter that sleep sways between the transitive and the intransitive? Separating black and white from grey is easy, but so is slipping into an oblivion of illusion. Live the confusion, try to possess it; Nothing is closer to truth.

Life is a tale of ambiguity that begins with death and do not be surprised if you have lived it entirely in circles while thinking that you are the center of the world. In the end, it is all squared.

And there is no other reality anymore; Not that any other ever existed really.

There will always be equivocal voices in your head. Live them unequivocally, and ignore all other sound; It is all nothing but noise.

While you concentrate on the decibels rising from within you, the line you had been trying to cross will itself have moved to the other side of you and then everyone will be on the other side too.

They will condemn you, but remember – it is you who is on the safe side, and will always be.

There is no need to explain anything to anyone anymore. Let them all run after sanity while you smile at the last of it thinking how chasing sanity is the surest way to turn insane.

They will insist it is you, while you know it is them and no one can prove to you otherwise anymore.

The line has moved to the other side and you are safe, and that is all that matters in the end.