I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of madness. Then, I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say, Poor thing, she’s crazy! I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s, my madness would not be an escape from reality. 

It has been a long time..