I have found freedom and safety in my madness

I have found freedom and safety in my madness, like a secret forest where the wind whispers unknown secrets, the freedom of solitude, where the echoes of footsteps are just for me, and the safety of remaining misunderstood, an invisible fortress that shields me from gazes wanting to pierce beyond the veil of mystery, for those who understand us enslave a part of our soul, collectors of stars trying to capture light in glass jars. In the labyrinth of my mind, every turn hides a universe of thoughts, where the misunderstood becomes an unbounded sea, a refuge from those who would decipher my secrets, and in that freedom, I find my true essence, like a butterfly dancing among shadows, knowing that in every moment of solitude, it gains its wings of freedom. Thus, I continue to wander through inner landscapes, where madness becomes a sanctuary, a world of dreams and hidden desires, seeking the infinite in every corner of my soul, knowing that true safety is to never be fully revealed, to always carry with me a touch of mystery, a secret realm that only I can explore in the silence of my consciousness.