QUOTE : In the silence, in the darkness of solitude, our <br />thoughts become the monsters that torment us like little children in the night. <br /><br />I cannot tell myself this is a nightmare. O heaven high above me, how I wish…wish I were crazy, safe in some asylum, in a straightjacket…how I wish this were all made <br />up like a terrible dream…all to be awoken from with the swallowing of a little red and green pill. <br /><br />But it is happening and no matter how hard I scratch and bite my flesh I will not wake up. <br /><br />Silence. <br /><br />Wer ist das? (The sound of breath, it takes me a minute to realize that it is mine own). Strange, but even then I do not know who that is.