In the Folds of Madness

I cannot see the trees, nor a single leaf, nor the grass that ripples like water in some half-forgotten dream, dear people, I cannot see at all, no one, nor full recall: the meaning of laughter, the miracle of love, the warmth of a smile, skin, the otherness of a lover, of a friend, of family, even strangers, people... I am blind, lost in the folds of myself, in the folds of madness