For Rhuine

My name is Madeleine Saltz. Madi for short. I'm just a normal person. You wouldn't even look twice when you pass me on the street. On second thought, maybe you would. See, I'm crazy. And not just the woohoo-look-at-me-I’m-doing-the-chicken-dance, kinda of crazy. The real crazy… I occupy the dainty little room, number 105, at Green Hill Mental institution. I have brown hair, blue eyes, and a splatter of freckles on my nose. Like I said, I'm normal, except for the crazy part. And then there is, Rhuine. The boy with the black swirl tattoo's. Or my imaginary friend(as my psychologist likes to call him). The friggin’ love of my life. Whichever name he goes by, he is the other reason why I'm not quite as normal as I would like to believe. And here's why... FOUR LETTERS Am I not insane, For craving a love without pain? Am I not wishful, For wanting you here, still? Am I not naïve, For believing that you are my reason to breathe? I can live my life without riches, finery and gold, But I can not for one second, believe that your love has grown cold. Madness, chaos, broken dreams, I can watch my mind slip down that darkened slope, For in my heart, there’s a special feeling, A feeling called… HOPE.