The colors of my mind, too beautiful for reality to comprehend, leaving me isolated inside what I call my INCANDESCENT REHABILITATION. 

What is me...tends to be overwhelming.

What is I...tends to create chaos.

What we are...is a weapon.

Worse than what your president complains

Fear pushes you away...but curiosity keeps you mesmerized, carressing your mind and groping your soul...

Welcome to the mystery of the mind...Our Incandescent Rehabiliation.