The Final Good-Bye: Insanity

Dear Insanity,

Thanks for keeping me occupied,

Especially all the times that I cried.

All I have to do is run,

And you follow me because we’re one.

Dreams of fun and dreams of dance,

Dreams of a bashful closet romance.

Darling Insanity, you’ve got it all.

And you come to me whenever I call.

A place to escape to when times are rough,

You’re a faithful friend who makes me tough.

You’re a loving embrace to keep me warm,

And an attentive ear when my heart is torn.

I love our one-sided conversations,

Because I know you’ll always listen.

They tell me I’m crazy,

But I tell them they’re lazy,

Because they haven’t formed the bond we share.

They don’t have you lurking beneath their hair.

Strangely, they never really buy it,

But before you my mind was unbearably quiet.

Society wants to lock me away,

Insanity, if they did, you’d be there day after day.

You never leave my side.

Even as the others leave or die.

I can hear them knocking at my door,

I haven’t heard that noise before.

Before I go, I’ll say one thing:

You, my Insanity, are my happy place,

And it’s a cherished thought I’ll always chase.

I know I don’t say it enough,

But you’re my heart and soul,

As well as my mind.

I’d die if you ever said good-bye.

Because without a mind, what does one have?

Insanity, you’ll always be my perfect half.

Sincerely yours,

                             No Longer Sane

Day 14: The Master

The drums.
The drums.
The maddening drums.
One.
Oh, the pounding.
Two.
Can't you hear it?
Three.
He said I'm crazy.
Four.
No, I'm not crazy.
One, two, three, four.
Da da da dum.
Heartbeat.
Is it a heartbeat?
Time Lord.
The heartbeat of a Time Lord.
He thought he was the last.
But I'm here.
I was gone.
I came back.
I died.
I came back.
Electricity.
Oh, I'm starving.
No sustenance is enough.
They came back.
The end of the world.
One, two, three, four.
I shocked him, he's dead.
They're all dead.
They've gone back.
My final sacrifice.
I'm gone, too.
But I can see his tears,
The underlying fear.
He doesn't want to be on his own.
I'm not sad.
No regret.
I saved him.
Why isn't he happy?
Can it really be that hard,
Being the last?
He's gone mad.
He's my friend,
My only friend in the universe.
He's gone mad without me.
Oh.
But now he gets it!
Now he sees!
He has the madness I left behind!
I died.
One, two, three, four.
The beating stopped.
The drums are gone.
Da da da dum.
I hope he hears it.
The last of the Time Lords.
I hope he hears my
Drums.

Day 13: Hello

Hi!
I see you!
Oh, God,
That sounds creepy.
I'm sorry, but
It's been so long since I saw you last.
Don't worry,
You still captivate me.
I love your laugh and smile.
And the sun that shines on your hair,
Like melting honey,
Makes me long for you more.
I only wish I had the courage to say
Hi.

Day 12: The Things You'll Never Know

I hate the way you talk to me
But stop and talk to them.
Yes, they're prettier.
Yes, they're funnier.
But I'm your best friend,
And they'll never love you
The way I do.
I love your smile,
I love your laugh,
I love our conversations.
I hate the way they look at you,
I'm glad you two broke up.
I've felt this way before about you,
But it was many years ago.
I didn't know the jealously
Would burn me, but it's so,
So wonderful
To be in love with you.
I can never tell you this.
I just wish you felt it too.

Day 11: Beneath the Stars

Dancing stars abound!

They twist and twirl with such grace,

Unaware and free.

They can't see me lying here,

Stabbed and bleeding in the grass.

Day 10: Rights

Is marriage that big a deal?

Isn't it enough just to feel?

I guess I don't understand the way

People think that it's wrong to be gay.

Love is love,

It doesn't matter with who.

You don't have to push and shove.

What do you expect these protests to do?

So for God's sake, stupid,

Cut it out!

Make your heart less frigid,

And remember what love is all about.

Day 9: Apprehending Mayhem

Wind moans as it rubs against the buildings.
Hair whips into your face.
From a distant room, a child sings.
It's that eerie noise that makes your heat race.
You don't know what you're looking for,
But there's a gut feeling you just can't ignore.
You travel on at a wicked pace.
A lone gun shot wildly rings.
You see a figure and start the chase.
Mayhem cackles; the knife wound stings.
You haven't failed your job before,
But the light is spilling through God's open door.