I am writing this whilst in the cave of bipolar, a place that haunts and beckons with the dark musky finger of the grim reaper. Just as death is part of life, so the cave is part of the sunshine of bipolar. Its during this cave time that my mind is being refreshed, the whiteboard of my imagination is being cleared. My human mind just like nature, hates a vacuum, yet its this very emptiness that my philospher and writer needs to prepare his pen and ink, to start to colour the life that I lead. At this moment i need to say forgive my grammar and spelling, my dyslexia is quite strong during my cave times.
I am a lucky guy, I have a lover who understands my moods and my need sometimes for a solitary existance.
i am simply rambling my thoughts, a bit of this and a bit of that.
Surely its not so much my words that touch..its the feelings that penetrate your soul. Thoughts can lie, feelings tell the truth, they know no other way..
And now to my invitation, i have created a website and support forum for highly creative minds to share the ups and downs of having such highly creative juices.
http://www.themeetingpoint.net
http://forum.themeetingpoint.net
maybe i meet some of you guys there?
Martyn
