“you slowly feel something flickering inside the brain, somewhere in the lower front. the chemical shift, like someone unauthorized has entered a power plant and turned on every switch on sight. it comes like thunder, wraps you inside your body, and screams inside your soul. it is heavier than anything you know of, yet see yourself easily fly. it’s like a thousand fireworks have all been lit at once. there is so much movement and it only gets faster, just like the forest fires of august moving uphill. you can feel the energy of a star each time you take a new breath.
so you hastily light up your world, and of those around you, as rewarding and punishing it may get, and impatiently wait for the fuel to run out like it always did. and when it finally does, you realize that you cannot even get out of bed to take a shower or answer a phone call.”
―
Yogesh Chandra,
The Flower That Went Mad: Bipolar Poetry
