diary ep.1: BIPOLAR WORLD

Times come when it feels like the whole world is flying and spinning around me.
Than stops.
For a second it seems like the Earth is no longer revolving around it's axes.
I find myself in this strange world, where I feel alive. I'm no longer just existing.
New ideas come to mind, worlds come out of my mouth without a shake, music has a new aftertaste.
Jumping, dancing, screaming into the valley, have never shared such a feeling of belonging.
The morning sun gives me energy to escape, untill it it leaves once again.
I find myself in a room, playing the piano and writing and writing and writing, like i haven't in way too long.
I feel understood, accepted, admired, valid, free.
Silence.
Strange, didn't it seemed to me, just a moment ago a mysterious melody gave me hope?
The Earth revolves around it's axes.
My thoughts are empty.
I'm afraid of myself.
Music is just a noise, that doesn't outvote my mind.
The world is colorless.
Without the touch of the sun, I'm freezing.
Laying in bed, companied by my tears.
I'm trapted in the cage.