Bipolar life

It's a bipolar day. 

For those who wonder what it's like, 

here's a stab at description...

My mind is racing 100 miles a minute, 

A dozen fabulous ideas at once. 

New inventions, ideas for books, 

things I want to buy.

Yet sadness weighs on my shoulders 

like a wool blanket - heavy, itchy, 

smelling of wet sheep. 

Can't think, can't write, can't talk.

Too much noise; can't concentrate.

Voices are too loud.

The phone buzzes like angry bees.

Light is over bright. It hurts to see.

Every chore seems monumental;  

Even walking takes too much energy

like my feet grew 2 sizes overnight.

Maybe they did. 

I keep moving.

This will usually passes in a day or two, 

then I can get back to functioning. 

Until then, I think I'll sleep, 

watch reruns of documentaries,

And play video games 

until the computer runs out of juice.