Oh my chemically imbalanced brain. A new one would be nice. Something healthy, free of imperfections…Chemicals, needed to function properly. Needed to muffle the calls of pain and anxiety. Pharmaceutical Russian roulette, free falling one moment, the next I need a net. I’ve run the gauntlet of medications for all sorts of situations. My captor, and my savior, just not another way here. Stockholm takes no part in my art. I make it original…I’m just a ship captain, drifting deep in space…