sometimes the only thing you can hold onto is your imagination. it is alive all the time. when awake, when asleep. it carries us through. some stronger than others, more potent, more reckless. i feel the only way to stay sane is to find the inspiration, inject it into your flowing stream of endless thinking, and spit out something fresh, something pure, unadulterated. don't ask why, "why" always gets in the way, just do. don't ask, don't question.