Is it the crazy world I live in that makes me crazy? Or am I crazy, and thus make my world a crazy place?
You drink the poison, even after seeing its label. You know damn well what it can and will do to you.
We will all die. But will we all live?
Do dreams change men, or do men make dreams?
A place set in uncertainty by both the weights of time and distance. An avid imagination could not have conceived a further desperate vision. Yet many of us reel in the mist of such a conjured vision. Constructed only by the notions of a restless mind set free to run wildly. Spun so fast that the framework has amassed from falacies and trickeries of rash decisions. So vast is this mass that its validity is based off of shear size, rather than the strength in its binding self proclaimed logic.
When I look out that window I see the grass, and oh is it green!
A mind can drown just as easily as the body. Tell me, is your mind gasping?