Mirages masked in static around the room
Tag: bipolar
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September blues left you with no clues, but creation bleeds through the finger tips and the ink sheds some light on the crash. Assassinating the waves, no lamictal rash, just more stable. Driving in the car, I thought solely of the things that bury me deep in reflection, and then I reflected on it.
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I sometimes google what you mean. The results of my analysis of the words prove to send me more confused. I over think things, and people may not read this but I don’t want things to be unpleasant between me and you. I’m confused, I’m always looking for answers, but I’m worried I’m looking where there isn’t any, but maybe no message is a message.
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My mood changes every few days, today it’s glowing like the sunny day it is. I didn’t feel sad yesterday and today like I did the days before. I was motivated to exercise, I get these bouts of motivation, Then I have a week where I can’t do anything. It’s like I’m trapped in a never ending tunnel of depression, there’s no light, but then all of a sudden I feel ecstatic, excited, but the cycle repeats and I’m sad again.
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Whisper willingly back to the biggening
Softly spoken, carefully broken
It Never ends, the bloating bends
Keep a secret too stale to unwind this betrayal
Feverish to a pale tale, slowly dreaming of infinity
And slipping through the insanity
Schizoreflective 