Mad...
I am not Mad. There are things out there. They want to be found. They talk to us when we're alone. They give us ideas. They have seen so much. We should learn from them. Who are they? I don't know. They won't say. But I keep going to visit them. But I never go back to where they were. I know they won't be there. It has to be somewhere new. They have to be found. They can't be shown. They are alone. I am alone.
Cindar