There are times when I know that I think too much. I sit in the shadows and contemplate the perforated edges of my life.

Some say love is better to have experienced, rather than not at all. But I say no. I say what about time? Is time there when it should be, or is it an eternally burning question that will never be answered?

The answers always prove themselves in the hourglasses of our minds. Some minds churn like a motor, taking a vehicle to its destination. Others are trapped in an intensive care unit, on life support for the soul, waiting for someone to pull the plug.

The battle to solve these problems force questions concerning war, hate and worldly obsessions. The war that I am fighting is simply the struggle for sanity. I hate my insanity as much as I hate the war. The war against my sanity causes the fall back onto my worldly obsessions - my toys are more potent than all others. I win the game.

As I leave the court which is sucking out all emotion, I laugh hysterically, and dance back into the shadows.