Transtornos Transitórios Compulsórios: Bipolar.

There is so much love
But all, out of me
I have passion, I have needs, I have dreams
I am living still, no living will
The joy in the highest temperature
The sorrow in the first atmosphere
Every and all the desire is to disappear
but suddenly all I want is to be here
I know I can do this
I know I can climb the mountain of those fears
in form of inconstant earthquakes 
No questions, and even if there was, no answers there would be
None equilibrium I found
But delirium is my friend
Around and around and again
I want to feel
And suddenly I am nothing
I am hysteria
I am euforia
I am transitory

to the yelling out and to the total smothering silence
I know myself
And I am the only one who does,
Really, in my everything.
I understand
In these times of no need
Of the storm that calmed down
I want you
I feel you
But I do not have.
Maybe never will.
But these hopes high drives me wild.
I am dreams,
Landscapes,
Skies in all the colours
And deprived of any.
I am full
and I am empty
Track my will to live and bring me out of my dark
This dark, where I live better, but alone

like no one could see the loneliness, my friend

the only one not imaginary

my comforting sound

my comforting zone

my comforting sleep

when there is no insomnia to come and play

where the dreams are to keep alive and breathing

and sometimes to keep afraid and bleeding

the middle is a thin line between the exaggerations

like a baloon, it can blow from nothing.

I can blow from nothing

and getting to the everything I can lose air
my insanity so sane

depends always on the moment

on the bad trip of being

on the good wave like the calm sea

with no storms

I can not avoid it

I am void instead

just like the sound of the waves on the rocks

comfort, loneliness, hopefulness, an instant.

contemplate. 

the moon on the clear starry night sky

sunddenly, it is all storms and hurricanes.

you misunderstand, you do not even try.

so I keep on my own, monster and innocent being.

a human maybe, but only on the alphabet.

I am more, and I am less

I am illusion when it talks about getting better for life.

there are moments in life

when you just drown and do not know how to swim.

For me now, to live is to hide
And I feel so much that it is equal to none.
Hold my hand, spirit that got away.
I need myself back on the game.