the brink of insanity,
is painted,
written,
sung.
it is a beautiful place,
a precipice,
overlooking a horizon of potential.
it is where Artists gather,
for they feel too strongly,
express too passionately,
to ever be content,
amongst the un-tortured.
with emotions as their guide,
it may just be,
only,
the art,
the need to create,
that abates,
the fall.
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