As darkness shrouds and devours the glimmering clouds, you become yourself.
The Inner Animal starts to get the better of you. You start to go crazy, hysteric. I would say, you start to behave like a person. Everyone of us is mental, from the quiet introvert in your class to the outspoken retard next class. But, are you crazier?
The Inner Animal wants to speak. Suppressed feelings no more, not when it reaches a bottle neck and the bottle just gives way. You scream in agony, frustration, thinking it is the best way to let off steam. You're just being yourself.
Every other day, you're an actor. A masquerade parade, in a zoo.
