[Wanderlust90]

Paint the color that connects with me and speaks my language
Try to release my baggage be free to relieve the anguish
When it's freezing cold feel the warmth between my toes of this earth I walk
Creation is what feeds my soul
It can ease the load climbing on the steepest road so I preach this ode to remind myself to keep control
When it's all too much and I dive to free fall I try to center myself on the center of life's see-saw
I crave the fun times the sunshine entices
Of wandering temptation and unwind my vices
From the drugs to the girls and the beers I'm drinking and remember what's at staking staring in the mirror thinking
Well I've been down this road before
It's been one hell of a ride
The challenge is to balance on that fine line
Between the earth and sky

Reflections: Bliss n eso

[Imah]

We are so lucky, here in the bipolar forum of psych central. The feeling of complete safety and acceptance. Togetherness, care, honesty, concern.

Thank you for sharing yourself so openly.