I kept waiting for the rain to fall, but we where in a drought, one that had lasted forever, when forever is not the past, but the future. And in the waiting room there where other beings, similar to the ones that live in my mind, and I talked to them. But I didn't like it. Then I noticed the chair squeaked, and I stoped moving.

[ Mrs. K i t e ]
When do you know you're going insane?