To begin with, I wanted to say that I'm really sorry about what the title might make you think or feel or whatever, I'm obviously not gonna talk about the sickness of being bipolar, first because I'm not, and second because I don't know this well. In fact this can seem strange, but it's most of all related to the picture, and i'll try to write something in which there may be at least some very different moments and state of mind, with a little transition between these.
Have a good day !
welllll ! I wanted to write something, but it's been too long and since the little sentence down at the end corresponds to the others, I'd like to post this chapter, sorry really because I don't know what to say here...
edit : I am doing researches about psychology and neurology and I think it's really interesting.
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'Owl in a cage
You show your age,
Your sweetness
has run fool without a change
You're lost
exhausted
By your time on stage
Then you walked in my room
and like sparks in the dark
life was suddenly thrilling and new
what's between you and I
just a comfortable lie
I'm the fool who believes
when you look in my eyes
Prince
all alone
upon your throne
you power is so frail
you raise your voice
you have no choice
inside your gilded jail'
Stolas Sings, from Helluva Boss
what do you hope to the moon ?
きらりん
YOU ARE READING
My slice of life
Poetry~All of us is smiling when you cry All of you is crying when I smile All of them is sleeping when you're awake When you're an other thing than me~ This is gonna be like a kind of safe place. Somewhere where nothing that I say could be bad or even...
