There's this place between struggle and medication. The time just before the Xanax starts working.
Inspiration is everywhere.
Topsy-turvy.
The trees are blue and purple and black and swirly. The grass is orange as far as the eye can see. Crimson skies and green suns warm my bones and welcome me back.
Everything beautiful and peaceful and calming.
Everything dangerous and deadly and terrifying
I think I'd love to live there.
In that space between chaos and peace.
Where anything awesome or awful I imagine comes to life.
Teetering in the center of the seesaw between
Sanity Madness
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Perfect balance of both.
I'd jump head first down that rabbit hole.
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