Maybe I am Mad.

"puıɯ ʎɯ uı ssǝupɐɯ ǝɥʇ puɐʇsɹǝpun oʇ ʎɹʇ"

-ǝɯ ɥʇıʍ pɐɯ ʇǝƃ llıʍ noʎ ǝqʎɐɯ-

"Am I mad?"

That's the question what I make me all the time.

"Am I right?"

Because if they all say that my mind is damaged, 

Why do I feel this way it should have to be?

Not damage, not broken:

just full of madness.

When I see the stars in the dark sky,

and when the moon shine alone in the night,

the shadows tell me: come to us, we can fly in dark worlds,

but well, I don't trust them

and then they laugh of me with her guttural voices.

They scream my name in the nothing and then...

Only silence cover my body.

A silence with a thousand souls dancing in it.

"Am I dreaming?"

Can this be true?

Dream with the demons that live INSIDE you?

The fears, the lies, the evil...

Dream with the tears of times ago, the daggers that cut the chest,

the arms and the heart?

A mountain of fire burning all.

Shine in the high highs,

spits fire and a thousand diamonds flying from one side to another.

The exploding in my head...

"Am I weak?"

Weakness is a talent.

People say: you've to be STRONG.

WEAKNESS is for cowards.

And the cowards are the bastards of the society,

because nobody wants to recognise them.

But I think weakness is something more that just a debility:

I think weakness is the strong of the weak

In my own weakness, I am the stronger and the strongest

can't hurt me.

"Am I weird?"

Yes, I think I'm weird.

I'm an adult, but I act like a child.

I'm a worker, but I feel my work is like a game.

I play with my job and my job is my toy.

I can talk about dragons and wizards for hours,

I can talk about a Capitol and a Mockingjay,

I can talk about fairies and princess,

and wolfs and white walkers.

I can wear black for the rest of my life,

o maybe use the colors of the mist.

I can talk in Elvish language or in Dothraki too.

I can use spells and cooking potions.

I don't combing my hair most all the time and sometimes i do.

I can be quiet or noisy.

Calm or hyperactive.

A pacific lake or an tormentous sea.

"Am I Mad?"

I think I am Mad.
And I like that, because of my life were simple
and the madness will disappear of her,
Maybe I will transform me in a grey lump,
and the grey lumps are the worst people in the world.

So, in this time, yeah...
Maybe I am Mad.