Crazy isn’t always what they say it is. It’s not always the old woman wearing sneakers and a skirt and a scarf,wandering around with a shopping cart, hollering at no one, nothing, tumbling through the years in her head.
No. Sometimes it is a girl wearing boots and jeans and a sweater,arms crossed infront of her, shivering, wandering through the streets at night, all night, murmuring to no one, nothing, tumbling through the strange unreal dimensions in her head.
Marya Hornbacher- Wasted