Have you ever seen insanity where you later saw creativity?
-I'm having a hard time answering this one. I have such definitive definitions for these words, and nothing I can think of neatly fits the mold.
I however do tend to find beauty in chaos. For months, friends and fellow peers referred to me as Ms. Eyres in high school (yes, even to my face), because I went to school one day and spent like 10 minutes talking about how beautiful I found this scene of a car accident to be. No one was hurt, but even to this day that particular crash is etched into my brain, as I think it always will be. I wrote poems about it, couldn't stop talking about it, and certainly couldn't get it out of my mind. I just felt like I was always looking at painting, a painting where everything was perfectly placed with purpose and motive.
But as for insanity and creativity? I don't know. You'll have to forgive me for the temporary rain-check.
I'm having so much trouble pinpointing the moments I've had like this before, but I know that feeling. Just being entranced by the wreckage. The perfection of the disorderly. Like your mind took a snapshot of something so poetically dreadful that you can't help but awe over it.
ReplyDeleteTHANK YOU.
ReplyDeleteI knew I wasn't a morbid freak.