I cling to this feeling like oxygen itself,
like it’s the cure to every sickness.

In this state, I feel the most like myself -
shining, magnetic, bursting
with the glow of the sun,
The mystery of the moon,
The twinkling of every star.

I wish I could keep this feeling forever,
but before I know it, it’s slipping through
my fingers,
fading away,
leaving me in the dust.

       - manic