on the way to the asylum

Strange noises, I like to make them. I used to without any stimuli in the past, but nowadays its the morning bath. The cold water touching your skull, and what's inside, a slightly crazy mind. The wayward nerves go beserk, I used to dance before, these days, I shudder. The amount of different thoughts coming in is too much to handle. I imagine what might have gone through the minds of the crazy people who were tied in a sack and submerged in cold water in mental asylums of medieval times, a way of giving shock.