Madness… Am I mad??? Because I believe that angels walk before me and behind me recording the choices that I make during my days. That they pray for me when they see me try to do the right thing. Am I crazy in believing that as pointless to me as this temporary, yet desperately held on to life appears, that it truely does serve a purpose greater than I’m able to grasp with my human limitations. My inner supplications made to God I’m suprised no one else can hear because they’re made in loud manic screams. The purpose…holding onto good even while possessed by 50,000 devils dancing around the fire of ur soul’s anguish and desperation for relief. Me, I bow because I have to… Sharing, giving, comforting, smiling, and pardoning because for me there is nothing else… No other way to the hope I have of one day being free, from the me that put these scars all over my neck and wrists long ago with a meat cleaver crazy on drugs. To live and breathe here in the physical world, yet walk with ur mind and heart in the spirit world before u actually die IS a kind of insanity. So maybe I am mad.. Probably…possibly lol… Maybe I am..but why care?…I cant, because the so called real world’ll be the end of me.