"Fiction gives us a second chance that life denies us." - Paul Theroux

Hello, I am an artist. I weave words with the emotions we hide from ourselves. I am a different form of insanity. Overcoming this disease, this beautiful sickness, it's as if you are diving into a river coated with solid ice. The feeling when you crack the border between reality and insanity is enticing. It's like creating a hole in the sheet of a frozen river. When you dive in, the current begins to carry you away. You'll quickly run out of breath as pain and relief stun your body. You are held beneath, unable to scream, unable to hide or swim away from the strong hand of human sanity. Death will not come and you shall be terrified, wishing, wanting the healing touch of your own disease. The treacherous agony of being trapped in a sane mans world will cause a streak of anxiety, of adrenaline pumping through your dead veins will cause a rush. You shall leap out of the river, back into the safety and warmth of your own madness.