such as

“…you will become an insane man
after she is gone.”  She set a gentle
hand on his shoulder. “And that will be
okay. Things might be easier.
We may both be lucky and go insane
together. Or perhaps we will go
insane in different padded rooms
but at the same time or on the same day.

May we come to that conclusion.
I sometimes do feel weary. Weary
of all of it, of all we‘ve gone through.
All we‘ve had to see. When I read
of senility and how tragic they paint it,
paint it as a tragic way to end.
But I – human senility could be
a splendid garden. I do truly believe so.”

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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