Crazy

There once was a saying that drove me insane. It drove me to such a point of insanity, that I found myself repeating those words over and over and over in my mind. Crazy? I was crazy once, they locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats? Well rats make me feel… a little conflicted. They're rats. I should be disgusted, they should drive me mad. But they don't. Sometimes they even look a little cute. Their tiny little beady eyes that look like miniature tapioca pearls. The way their little nose sniffles in search of food. So why exactly should I be disgusted by these small creatures? Sure they carry diseases, but wouldn't anyone if they lived in the sewers? If human children lived in these same conditions since birth, would they be looked at through the lenses of society in the same manner. Would the human species be regarded as vermin of the underworld in a higher beings point of view? Are rats just another speculation caused by human interference that plagues our so called "perfect world" and are an object of hateful disgust because they are, in fact, disgusting, or is it just because we perceive them as such? I don't know, and maybe I'm just being crazy, after all I am just a member of the speculating, hypocritical, structural society that the modern world has created. Did someone say crazy? I was crazy once, they locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats? Well… rats make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once……….

Crazy? I was crazy once.