A lot of the time. Sometimes... Well, most of the time I’m sane. I’m the normal, everyday me. Then there are times when I become…crazy.  Boiling. Electric. With the power to create. To weave. Carve. Mold. Breathe into existence a world unknown to anyone but ink and paper. Biting open my wrist and pour out my hard work. My breathing becomes labored. Lungs burning. Overtaxed by the force of pushing air into the fragile organs. My vision blurs until nothing makes sense. I hold back until it hurts… just to bask in the serenity of the moment for a few seconds longer until…until the sensation is over. The climax spent, splashed over the parchment. And I fight to recover with my next few breaths until it’s time to start over on the next page.