Madness travels everywhere. The main point is to recognize it.

Sometimes reality looks funny. In that tragic point, that, when it gets cold, instead of shaking, you sweat. And vice versa. And you're trying to protect your logic, because you know what's happening to you is bitterly crazy. It is crazy to wake up, and see blue, when everybody else sees gray. And it's even more crazy trying to explain it to others ...

Crazy is the one who can not ask themselves "Am I crazy?" But crazy is also the one who, when they think that they're crazy, they ask for protection in terms. Crazy is the one standing alone in the rain, and the one who sees masked clowns with unbleached skin in the faces of people. But crazy is not the one who tries to find its way in the dark alone. This one is blind. And they're the only one who can pull it off, after all.

Some things are very strange. For example, the fact that we all know that once we give up, we the only losers, and we never admit it. And who survives in this case? The one who shut their eyes when everyone else around them was laughing with their heart. Because when they opened their eyes, they could hear just the sound of rain.