My mind is light and dark and always uneven,
a rest stop for a long line of weary travellers
and mischief makers; a home to thousands
of manic spiders spinning sticky webs
of dark delusions against the back of my eyes.
My ears itch with the whispers
of hyper charged bits of paranoia.
My throat burns from the speed
at which I swallow the rants
and raves of transient thoughts,
and I am able to breathe again.
My blood boils with electricity,
ferocious enlightenment kicking
through the walls of a dead heart
and I am alive again.
A collection of madness and magic,
I am a place where art and illness collide.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Art and illness, magic and madness — I’ll raise a glass to that potent spirit.
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Cheers to you and magic, my dear friend!
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And Cheers to your word and image magic!
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Reblogged this on A Glimpse Inside of a Troubled Mind.
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Thank you so much
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Love this! You have a way with words ❤️❤️
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Thank you ❤
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