There is a fantastic madness that lingers in my mind. It’s neither good nor evil, happy nor sad. It hides itself deep within the dark areas of my cerebrum . These thoughts and fantasies blend finely into each other, but only after a brief mêlée with reality. They are my nightmares, my desires, my moments of déjà vu. It aids in my inspiration, but haunts me with unrelenting horrors. This madness, this delirium is part of me. It cannot be removed or suppressed. It sometimes lies dormant, waiting patiently, looking for an unsuspecting moment in life to regurgitate. Like a mind of its own it recognizes a creative block. It reaches out like a gentle summer wind rejuvenating an exhausted mind.