It takes a while to pull the coherent thought out of my mind. Like trying to rip a snake from the inside of it's tree trunk. As soon as one is finally caught, there remains another hundred that grow and grow over time.

thoughtless, uninspired, trying to think but at the same time tired.

I like to think I'll follow through with my mind, and
exercise the intelligence I know only comes out in waves.

Being insane is like running with scissors-     you're in danger of yourself until you eventually fall. It takes a while to get up again from that.