memories make moods

there was a madness of love, a passion with obsession, a frail futile wanting that overcame any reason and left the poor fool destitute and wandering aimlessly unable or unwilling to care for himself... one left the plane of safety and was locked away in a place what was supposed to help him return to safety and some sort of responsibility that would pass for sanity... another wandered on the fringes of safety always saving himself from exposure to lethal dangers at just the right moments so no one would have the right to justify taking his freedom for his own good...

i wonder which one is better off now...