It's so dark.
You're stuck in the mud. Jammed deep down into it and you can't move.
I saw my(new/wonderful)therapist again today:
“You're pretty manic right now...”
“Yeah. We have to watch this.”
So we're watching.
In the meantime I have words to write flowers to paint and music to see living colors in.
But I know it can't last.
Even the detritus of fireworks descends to earth as dust after the pyrotechnics detonate.