Interior, sullen.

You envy my madness.
I know you must.
My ability to feel free when I have nothing.
My sorrow and American name brand dread worsening when weighed down.
You envy my madness.
I can see it in your eyes.
When I catch you, catching me, staring over my shoulder.
The inconsistent twitches.
Do they puzzle you?
My Post-Zen sadness - My certainty that I've found the truth, still completely unsatisfied.
You envy my madness.
You have to.