“I want your madness, only if you promise to be mad about me.”

You’re living the skyscraper life up high just so your ego can soar high.

You come back to ask me if I’m happy, and it shows me its you who isn’t.

We don’t belong to anyone. Half the time we don’t even belong to ourselves.

He says he wants to take me to Paris – but I see Amsterdam in his eyes.

Boys with skeletons in their closets – they make skeletons out of girls.

Lets admit it: we all play the game of hide and seek fairly well.

Please – stop living in boxes where you can’t breathe.

I love things that smell like fire and taste like fumes: you.

We both chased our dreams and our dreams chased us. Yet we forgot to chase each other.

He wears a smile as bright as the heaven he fell from.

He’s my red adrenaline sky, but I just prayer he never paints me blue.

Its always the quiet ones who love the loudest.

I turned us into poetry because this is how we remain.

You give me butterflies in a stomach full of moths.

She’s a architect – building castle out things that nearly destroyed her.

Darling, it’s okay to fall again; these bones of yours they already know how to mend.

Humans need breaks. Humans need to cry. Humans need to feel mad, sad, happy, and all the emotions in between. And humans need to have boundaries. 

Her poetry  – a sweet symphony of madness.

Madness is the false punishment of a false solution, but by its own virtue, it brings to light the real problem, which can then be truly resolved.

Religion as madness is a madness springing from irreligiousness.

From a Christian point of view, human reason is madness compared to the reason of God, but divine reason appears as madness to human reason.

Sometimes all you need is a little madness to speak your mind…

Great boldness is seldom without some absurdity.

Color my life with the paint of your madness.