You just go a little crazy, you know. Sometimes. And why? Well only because your soul is just too big for you, it flies away somehow.
You can only drive yourself crazy if you have no distance from the world
You should be so lucky to be like me. I allow myself to be disturbed too often. I'll probably end up talking to birds in a park. But you'll probably end up with regrets.
In this atmosphere Where you have to go perennially crazy only to survive, Which auspicious moment should I choose to become mad?
For me it's all about creating chaos.. and then getting away with it.