i meet a madman while coming back from work every evening
he howls with a loud voice
you must have seen him, he often walks on the road carrying a large stick
And he purposefully yells at the passer-by…
i don’t understand why people fear their crazy fellows
Coz i’ve found that crazy people are the most benign ones..
As Emily also says much madness is the divinest sense..
And much sense the starkest madness..
i think, he enjoys startling people lost in their own mundane thought
he’s also startled me many times
but yesterday, when i passed by him, he was calm, didn’t notice me
Then I thought to startle him, and howled like him
He really got startled, stared me with a puzzled look..
And i was happy that I startled a madman..