Delusions of Grandeur

What of gratitude? Negated thumbs turned to tongues from your keyboard, anonymously sent inward.

Thanks, I guess. Don't pray, I jest.

Maharani: I've been long gone mad. Somewhere in the conscious space between dreams and waking life, my reality hangs in the balance. Not quite real, but physical. Not quite alive, but existent. Occupying the most space in the world where I don't fit in. Allow me to express my ESPeriences. Whether they are real or imagined, is neither here nor there but, now and then; and connected directly to the future tense. There, I am whole.