This is a poem. The best way to describe my bi-polar and schizophrenia disorders.
I don’t fit in there, nor do I fit in here. I fit in where the northern lights meet the western skies, where the bellowing echo of that willowed tree has seen my saddened eyes. I fit in where the creeks take such a calming those storms seem to settle under these here rocks. Where those winter nights are brooding, such hastiness on those sighs. They call me brave heart.
It’s that day.
That DAY. THAT day. This one.
when perfect quiet is surrounded, quelled by perfect torment
The storm of the mind where none should exist.
That’s what you tell me.
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