Life is a crazy mixture of intoxicating cocktails.
You’re innocent until proven guilty,
He’s crazy,” Bruno said, twirling a finger in circles around the side of his head and whistling to indicate just how crazy he thought he was. “He went up to a cat on the street the other day and invited her over for afternoon tea.” “What did the cat say?” asked Gretel, who was making a sandwich in the corner of the kitchen. “Nothing.” explained Bruno. “It was a cat.
She was crazy but he needed her. Oh I am in so much trouble he thought, and stared blindly up at the ceiling as the droplets of sweat began to gather on his forehead again.
But when you say crazy, that describes very well what the general appearance may be to ordinary, everyday people.
But you are crazy.
People were crazy with pain and secrets.
A tightness in my chest came out of nowhere. As I listened to Amanda reassure my brother, I wanted to pull her into my arms and cry. How damn crazy was that? This girl was making me a nutcase.
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind! There was something so special about that place…even your emotions had an echo…and so much space!
Couldn’t I just be a bit loony instead of gifted?