If you were to cut open my mind I truly wonder what you’d see. Would see you the crazy, inconsistent thoughts that preoccupy my mind? Would you see the vivid images, bright colours and faces of those that make my memories? Could you hear my favourite songs, learn their melodies? Could you see the faces of those i’ve ever loved, then lost? What you would see I don’t know, but I can tell you this, writing is the only way you’ll ever see fragments of me. My imagination. My internal voice. All the things that make me, distinctly me. So when you read my words, bare in mind they are a part of me. Each word has been carefully placed so you can see all the things I wonder, see and experience. There is method to my madness, at times, other times i’m just mad.