The Mad Side

Emma Hiscock

Some days, the ink threatens to overflow and I struggle to restrain it, the fright of what deeper, darker secrets might be discovered. I know you hide that fear too, the dread of letting others witness the real side, The Mad Side, as some would say. And I wander through the maze of humanity every day, watching men become machines, with the slightest hope to catch the tiniest bit of the uninhibited; an unfiltered word, unexpected emotions, a real smile, a genuine laugh. I live for these moments, craving to see streaks of madness in others, the way I sometimes catch them in myself.