When I am manic I can write for hours at a time. I like to record my feelings, happenings, moods and things in the world that frustrate. For a while I thought that i could create a simple formula that would explain EVERYTHING in the world! I actually did develop a formula, which made perfect sense at the time. However, I read it now, and I have no idea what it means. I miss that.

Anyway, during my last manic episode, I wrote poetry, in an attempt to explain how I feel at the time. Here is a sample.

No future, no reality, except for the reality of finality.

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Don’t ask me to change, because I (#@*&*) can’t.

It would be easier for you to grow a third leg,

Than for me to overcome my reality.

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I know you don’t believe me, you can’t.

You cannot put yourself in my place,

Because my place is occupied.

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Where two people usually meet, we cannot,

For I cannot leave my world,

And you cannot enter it.

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This is truth – won’t, can’t change.

This is my reality.

                                              Carry on; I’ll be fine.