I am Mad.
I am so unbelievably Mad.
Dizzy, deliriously Mad.
Dangerously, deliciously Mad.
Crazy-confused-contrary Mad.
Thrashing-smashing-hammer-head-shark-biting Mad.
MadMadMad that lasts-as-long-as-the-sigh-coming-while-watching-something-die Mad.
Anger has nothing to do with it.
Desperation has everything to do with it.
Mad love for the GreatGrandGorgeousness chases my feet down a night alley paved in echoing brimstone where a wall stretching beyond the sky waits to knock me down.
So there will be no choice.
So there will be only the chance to turn.
Only the chance to stand.