Minds cracking open like fragile eggs, spilling out their messy viscous contents. Ideas oozing out with no cohesion, in the madness called creativity. Questionable images, fighting for a place of prominence, on a sky painted orange with the brush strokes of false hope. Oh, the insanity of it all! Hair pulling nights, struggling with metaphors, eyes bleary and red. Thoughts stretched As thin as a … Continue reading The Insanity of It All by Ann Christine Tabaka