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Many cry and laugh in the same day, minute, or maybe hour. At once, many times I have done both. Is it my curse or my power? On the low side, this affliction destroys me; kills me from the inside, drowning in unforgiving emptiness. I can't breathe, can't get the air I need to feel more love, no matter who's already there. Everything is grey, devoid of color, heavy, slow, about to go over. Ah, my friend, the high side will come again: goose bumps, an audible ring so full of love I don't need a thing. I feel like a man-god, an emperor or king. No way I want to be normal and lose this thing . Normal can't reach to the outer limits of emotion. That puddle of feelings they walk through to me is an ocean. Up and down, again and again. Take this pill, that pill. Let's get dumbed out again. What! Another pill? Can't I just be me? I know, I know, it's how it has to be. No normal man has loved like I have loved. An overpowering presence lifting me far above. Without this affliction you could never understand. I've reached the upper and lower limits of man. My whole heart was given at a manic time. Everything was larger than this life of mine. Her beauty was overwhelming inside and out. My soulmate. I knew I'd found her; there was absolutely no doubt. I would've given my life for her in the blink of an eye. I prayed with thanks each day to the One in the Sky. We were to be married. Soon my low side was even high, so I never even told her of this. My sickness scared her the day she found out. My insides died then. Now I'm living without. Be careful about falling in love with this loathesome disease. It could hurt you far worse; bring you to your knees. Good luck, my friends, with Hurt and Heaven your life will be good... just take your medicine! : )... |