What a life it must be—
To be normal,
To walk through days unshaken,
To know a mind untouched by chaos.
What is it like, I wonder,
To have never felt despair
Seep through the cracks of your soul,
Leaving it scorched and aching?
And yet, I would not trade,
this madness, this despair.
For in this burning,
I have found my fire.
Sweta
Stumbled Thoughts 