The Thin Line...

There is a thin line between sanity and insanity. Many have crossed it yet don't recognize it. I've crossed it a few times with the help of alcohol and music. I tend to listen to The Smiths when I'm looking for answers. I wake up to Mos Def and feel like jumping off stuff with bicycle. I gather up speed. Bend my legs and jump. I cross the line without noticing it due to the excitement. But I do notice when i'm not on my bicycle. I listen to music and just gather up my emotions. My face looks emotionless. Its the moment when I want to attack anything in my way. 6'1 wearing a hoodie and a chrome bag with no emotion in my face. Not a good sign. I evaluate everything I see. I notice how ugly some people really are. I see the true colors. I predict what they will say when they see me or see their friends. Everything suddenly looks like a nightmare. People are aligning with what I believe they are gonna say or do. I begin to lose myself between reality. Time lapses occur. I'm hallucinating but I don't realize it until I've somehow gotten from the 5th floor to the 3rd. I slowly recall what happens. I blew off everyone I saw but didn't realize I was doing it until I finally get a grip on the perception of reality. I broke the thin line and fixed it. Like if it was just another day, I move and start over...