Like skittles to rainbows

I am connected to the darkness in the way that skittles are connected to rainbows, by color, not flavor.

I love the blackness, the charcoals, the purples and blues. I embrace the mist and the shadows.

I find the flamboyance of color to be chaos. but I have a calming penchant for all things dark.

I remember a time when the flavor of darkness was tainted with the particles and memories of real life monsters.

But today, as I’ve grown in the cusp of the shadows, I have learned to love the things of make believe stories and Hollywood movies. The draculas, the ghosts, the goblins and Frankenstien’s monster.

And my monster? It’s not so scary anymore.

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Thoughts

My posts have been few and far between.  As with a lot of things that happen during manic episodes, Bipolar Whispers was started and thrived for a short while and due to a bunch of other reasons became something that got placed on the back burner of my life.

Not for lack of wanting it to become more.  Because I would love to have it go back to the thriving place that it once was.

I have debated taking posts down and starting over with republishing and working out the blog a bit better and trying to be more “here”.

After two years with no computer I am finally able to write in peace again.

Thoughts?