could be two years, or even a lifetime…
The days and nights are a blur,
the visions and emotions flood fast like a constant flow of water from a waterfall,
that is fed by a mountain which has seen a record snowfall.
The moments I hold onto, will be etched into stone with pink arrows guiding my way back
again and again.
The helping hand is always there without fail, yet never expected.
that hand pulling me, directing me, comforting me, safely through the darkness at the base of my climb…
To the highs I could have only imagined that waited me.
Was it two weeks, two years, or even a lifetime ago?
It doesn’t matter for those that lived the experience…
Time has no limits.
© bipolarmuse 2017