When I’m manic,
I feel like I’m at my most honest.
My most creative self.
My feelings are raw.
My mind is open.
With a thousand different images floating around.
Too hard to pin down.
They whiz through my brain,
Like errant wispy clouds.
Disappearing and reappearing just as quickly.
It’s not always this way.
It’s a drain on my heart.
It’s a drain on my soul.
It’s beautiful and horrifying.
Leaving me utterly exhausted.
But for one small fleeting moment in time,
I’m free.


Published by Kim V Poetry

I've always had a passion for writing. In this crazy world that we live in, I find my solace in made up words and make believe stories. Let's escape into the void and forget about it all just for a moment or two.

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