bipolar

I know the empathy borne of despair; I know the fluidity of thought, the expansive, even beautiful, mind that hypomania brings, and I know this is quicksilver and precious and often it's poison. There has always existed a sort of psychic butcher who works the scales of transcendence, who weighs out the bloody cost of true art.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.

Absurdity and anti__bsurdity are the two poles of creative energy.

Her eyes remind me of the Pacific: Raging. Fearless. Restless.

She was a free bird one minute: queen of the world and laughing. The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel, about to teeter, fall and break. She never cried because she was afraid that something 'would' happen; she would cry because she feared something that could render the world more beautiful, 'would not' happen.

We're here to work, not to make friends,

You cannot free someonewho is caged intheir own self.

I was lost for too longbut when i found you,i could feel it in my bones.You were my home.

I am no one's to be claimed,I belong to me.

It's okay darling,creative people are called crazyall the time.

I stopped losing my sleep over you...Now i lie awakein search of me!!

Master the art of selfloveand you will never have to seekvalidationever again.

Take me to your darkest cornersand watch your demonssurrender to mine..

Destruction wasn't when you chose to destroy me.It was when i let you.

Somewhere between love and hate lies confusion, misunderstanding and desperate hope.

I admit I'm bipolar but if you think I'm stupid you're crazy

I like my writing career and it's progression, I'd rather be that slow moving tide that turns a mountain into a beautiful beach for all to enjoy, rather than a flash in a pan that yields no heat.

Joshua had always been able to get away with things__hings for which he should never have been forgiven. He was a lot like James in that respect, for while my husband had bought his grace with his brilliance, Joshua did so with his looks. I considered that a moment, before turning away, suddenly finding I could not bear to look at him for fear of what I might forgive next.