when I lay down to goto sleep, images flash before my mind's eye. Faces, some comforting, some disturbing. Cryptic writing that I have never seen before. Flashes of light like a hundred tiny explosions. I ride the thin line between megalomania and self-loathing, a stroke of genius and decent into madness. This is the only time I pray, I ask God for peace in my mind, but it always goes unanswered. There I am amongst the unknowable architecture, laughing with demons and then suddenly I am under water. I should never be left alone with my thoughts.