I didn’t understand Delirium from the Sandman series.
Didn’t know why I loved her so much.
Googled. Still didn’t understand her.
Google basically confirmed that no one understood her.
I found the dictionary definition of delirium.
Looked up synonyms in a thesaurus.
Read the Fandom page.
Reddit threads.
Interviews.
Nothing made sense.
Except now. I get her.
It’s not something that one can explain.
Or feel.
Though—it’s heavily built of feelings.
Still, one can only EXPERIENCE Delirium.
It’s not drugs.
Not being high.
It’s not like that.
She’s not. Like that.
She’s the wisest of them all.
She knows more than each and every one of them.
They think she’s a mess.
And while she—and we all likely agree that she is,
She’s not the kind of mess they think.
They don’t see.
And they don’t get her .... not that what she continues to try to say.
I didn’t either, even knowing she was speaking straight from my soul. I didn't get it.
I love her.
She’s delirious—which doesn’t mean dumb.
Sometimes we’re delirious because we’re too wise.
Or running from it.
Now I get it.
Pain, loss, and struggle can make us delirious.
Which might look ridiculous to an unskilled eye.
I lost my dog today. And now I understand Delirious.
I am.
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