demise of a madman

One day I told somebody these lines I had known… "I’ve found both Freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety of being understood." Somebody found it to be a great idea for a human being and preferred to make me mad and gave me loneliness of thoughts and emotions and ensured that I’d be never understood again. Sometimes we dig our own graves and lie inside wondering if we started out by digging a palace for ourselves. We wonder if these graves could have been the foundations of a palace if only we were allowed to dig deeper. Unfortunately humans suffer from an acute deficiency of patience. I hope they’d recover soon and when they understand this then maybe they can put a red rose on my grave for all I believed and dug for.