Thoughts run through my mind, so violently quick, they live me blind, blind to life, blind to details, I am numb, i'm filled with void ... sometimes i get paranoid ... i'm not feeling OK, nothing is defined, nothing's black or white, everything is blurry grey. When you're afraid to live and more afraid to die, you can only stop, stay still, be a spectator to your own life, and when you become afraid of that feeling, you try to run away, but when you run you slip and fall and all your ghosts get you again ... but sweetie, i can't be insane.