I am dancing to the method of the maddens in me. They are here in my hair, my eyes, my face, my smile — everything that you need in this world is already there to connect you to every person or every place you have ever been. Though I can live inside yesterday's pain, I can't live without it. My power is in my madness and my colored contradictions. Don't waste your time trying to label or define me — cause I'm not what I was ten years ago or ten minutes ago. I'm all of that and then some. My colored contradictions are not a problem to be solved. They are the source of my power.