Part of being a bipolar human means that sometimes it will be a Sunday afternoon and things will have been Going Wrong for a while now and you hate yourself and you’ve forgotten your friends and it’s always gonna be this way forever. There is a knot in your chest and it rises and you know something’s gotta change soon or there is a storm of fire coming or Judgement.
Part of being a writer means sometimes all that comes outta your writing whole is shitty heartfelt poetry because deep down we all saps no matter how many adverbs you edit out or how many ex-wives you give your character.
Flux Capacitor
And if I don’t return
If I’m different, if I learn
Then I just want you to know
That I did, I loved you so
If it’s time for me to range
Out of earshot, if I change
Know that I still call your name
Even though I’m not the same
If I have to move
If I’m gone, just let me prove
I can get the things I lack
That I can make it back
And if I forget
The steps that brought me here
Let me regret
That I don’t have you near
If you slip away
And I don’t shed a tear
Let me remember the day
And the name that I held dear
Skydekkerix 