Muscles, Mimosas, and Misery

The moon lights up the night, As I watch the dancing sprites. The spring wind blows, to the place no one knows, As the elves sing away my woes. And all of the dragons take to flight before the signs of first day light

Torn between two hearts Torn between two minds Two souls I could have Two souls could be mine Torn between two souls nothing more

The music is blasting, yet I barely hear it. Thoughts are racing through my head Nothing seems very clear. My name is being called But my body doesn't react My eyes are closed But I can still see everything I have work to do but I can't do it I have places to be but I can't be there I'm trapped in my own world I cry for someone to rescue me but no one comes I scream for help and no one hears There is only one way out Should I take it?

Looking up at the night sky My mind drifting I close my eyes and I can feel you My eyes open and I am alone again Alone, without you

I know this blog has been re-purposed several times.  Given the non existent traffic to the page, I'm not too worried about it.  I recently found out that I am Bipolar.  I have actually been Bipolar for as long as I can remember, but was only recently diagnosed.  Everyone I have told about it has said the same thing, "Huh, that makes so much sense!"  In some ways it is comforting to know what has been in my head my entire life.  There are still some things that make almost no sense. I'm a little scattered tonight, so this blog post probably won't flow in the best manner.  I wanted to spend some time writing about what Bipolar disorder feels like to me, but that will take more concentration than I have tonight.  Instead, the second point of this blog post was to introduce my writing.  I had a very intense and wonderful conversation with a good friend about writing and literature.  This reminded me that in the past a wrote A LOT.  I...