This Ambiguous State
Through a veil of gossamer obscurity.
Passing thoughts in chaotic chorus diminishing the ordered regime.
No place for the mundane to dwell.
Who sees it? Who knows it?
Who lives through the manic,hypomanic and the depressive?
Each dawning brings a new perspective seen through bevelled glass,
but changeable, within a hairs breath to the opposing view.
Colours that invade the exploring mind...brightest vermillion, sunburnt sienna and luminescence becomes a carpet ride...
Always halted unexpected and irrevocably..falling down to earth from their magical journey.
Into the abyss once more..endless darkness...no velvet softness...a motionless sea of black despair waiting, waiting to carry you nowhere but oh so slowly......
Who sees inside that head? Who can replace the extremes? The impassioned joy ...the crippling grief
All felt within the day, the hour, the moment....
Chemical control, desensitizes you until you become what society can handle, docile,opinionless,impotent,....normal
Bipolar is cold,arctic,bleak and distant
Bipolar is my child......
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