How much is real and for how long..

I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again.

Falling in love is some kind of madness.

You are mad, Malloreigh!” It is an odd thing to have madness call you mad. Makes you think for a moment that you are sane, but also makes you think that it is truly sane. My mind hurts. I stopped thinking. I painted.

Madness is like an alternative residence. When sanity chases you out of home, take shelter in madness.

We can go mad whenever we like. We can leave our minds behind and play in the garden at night. The gate is always open. And the moon is always bright.

I finally realized that I had to embrace the madness, let it transform me instead of letting it define me....."You, my ferocious girl, are embracing the madness. Lean into it, won't ya?