Shakespeare; the only man I'd ever love.
There is no suggestion box in the Psych Ward.
What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home?
I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.
Oh, and I certainly don't suffer from schizophrenia. I quite enjoy it. And so do I.
Once upon a time is now.