Oh what a lovely depression

It's strange.
I look back on some my thoughts of last year and realise just how insane they were.
At the time, I would have contested.
I'm not mad, I'm seeing literal sense.

The irony? I was probably seeing
things that were probably not there.

It's an odd thing though
to realise
that madness is really only a very small step away.

On the surface, unrippled.
Underneath a 'strom.
Admittedly I am prone to icing over,
but much like nature, it doesn't last long.
Another passing. Another pattern.

And now?
How to live on a budget,
how to exist in a bubble.

And yet I want my grass to be a different hue.
Meantime my reality: my shadow.