Manic

My demons brought me closer to manic moments of late nights and racing thoughts. My energy picked up along with my social impulsiveness. I was running through a maze with no map, hoping I would reach the end by following my heart. My free spirit needed restraint, but my wild, stubborn character would not be leashed. I lay in bed with my demons only with the desire to forget them and keep going.

The light in the distance was nowhere to be found as I trudged through an ugly moment of dark thoughts and delusional dreams. The vacancy in my eyes saddened the loves of my life as I became stuck in a web of sticky shadows. I yearned for freedom, yet fighting became tiresome. My mind was eating me away.

The sky opened as clouds drifted and the full moon illuminated its surroundings just as I had moved towards the light from my darkness.