To Sylvia in Madness

Dear Ms. Plath

Can we meet up sometime?
You, me and uncertainty.
Lets sit across a sea shore and talk about silence.

I'll show you my brain. My heart. And oh-oh a little bit of my eyes too.

I can not dare to ask you to show me yours. Because I'll drown in it and never rise.

Lately, I have been staying away from you. In fear and in apprehension.

Sometimes you seem so real and palpable that I feel scared.

Not of you. But of myself.

The journey of your chaos is maddening. It cures my sanity.

Yes. You made me believe that. Sanity needs cure. Insanity needs celebration.

As it rains tonight, I don't know why I heard the droplets quoting you.

"#Kiss_me_And_youll_know_how_important_I_am "

Oh your audacity, Sylvia! I owe my maze and overthinking to you. You bizarre woman.

Hoping to see you someday. With your perfect disorders.

Insanity and Awe,
A Hopeless