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Pause

Reflect

Breathe

ON

Anonymous

In this piece, the author tries to capture the feelings of mania, including the rush of ideas, the frustrations of being misunderstood, the teetering out of control, and when it’s over… picking up the pieces, and pining for its return. I recognize you immediately When the first light beckons. Sunlight and shadows dance The air is crisp and alive.

I’m going to be on today.

The ideas flow Like water from the shower. Complex problems dissemble Hidden solutions present In rapid succession.

Senses are sharpened Subtle notes are perceived Colors are more vibrant Hidden connections are obvious Confidence brims Mood is elation. My clarity is not shared I am misunderstood As I no longer fit In the space I occupy.

Frustrations mount around me Why don’t they all see How clear it all is to me? New ideas come Before I am ready I have 500 channels But not the remote.

Others obstruct Why can’t they appreciate? My instinct is to blame To accuse and to isolate It’s all of them, not me.

But I know you And the chaos you’ve sown. Like a runaway trolley I hold on gingerly Ready to let go When you pass my place.

I love when you come (although I am alone) I try to scrawl notes Sleep will not interfere.

The tsunami recedes As sleep pays a visit.

I assess the damage Make amends and apologies Reassess scribbled musings

And secretly long for your return.