Spoiler
My friend's Aunt was deemed 'insane' and before this point her aunt lived with her. This is from the point of view of my friend.
Two hands, searching in the dark:
Lost...
Lost...
Found.
There, in the black hole of your mind,
stars have made their way to your eyes,
where they dance in circles, round and round,
and disregard your head when it pounds.
I've found you many times before,
broken, bleeding, naked thoughts on the floor,
loathing the music of the curtains as they billow,
or laying lacerated dreams on your pillow.
Constellations churn past your window, my dear.
It's so lucky that you have me here,
I've ten fingers to brush away the close-at-hand,
and quiet ethereal wonder-ings you aren't, able to stand.
