They told me I was bipolar skitzo-effective. They told me lots of things. But still, I do not believe I am entirely wrong in my 'delusions.' There is much of the world we can't see. There are many beings in existence that science can't prove. That exist outside the register of colors we see with our eyes. That break the veil of time. People look at you funny when you speak of these things, so I've learned to keep them to myself. But here I lay naked for you in hopes that maybe you'll understand me. In hopes I can be seen truly and not exist amongst the angels hidden in the trees. In a desperate plea to save me from being lonely in my world of 'make-believe.'