As I sit here, at my desk. Things begin to move. There are purple penguins dancing around my monitor, they start laughing. Around and around they dance. I cannot understand how they can survive in such temperture. Suddenly everything becomes grey and my ceiling is leaking, slow at first...then faster. My dog runs like a coward to the next room. Here I am, sitting here alone...unless you count the penguins dancing and the voices in my head. You know, the whispers in your ears that long ago you gave up on finding help for? Long ago, when you gave up on yourself. This leak in my ceiling has become more steady now, filling up my room like a collapsed dam. As the eagles soar down, the penguins dive into this ocean overfilling my room. By instinct I begin to pile things ontop another, climbing to the top for safety. A tear of blood drips down my face...lost in this masculine ocean. Three angels swoop down from the crack in my ceiling, and the yellow one speaks....
