This is a bit of writing I started a long time ago, took the notes and everything, but never actually put together. It's not about my current state of mind/mood. It's more an ode to all those who struggle with depression in all of its forms, for those specifically that do lifelong battle with bipolar disorders. It's something I can truly relate to, to seeing in the eyes of others that same dark landscape we've all traversed, yet each person's hell different from each point of view. After all, the moonlight doesn't hit the ground the same when viewed from different points of view.  So take from it what you will... and for my fellow travelers... you are NOT alone, no matter how alone you feel or how much you isolate, just hang on till morning.... the daylight will come... in time...

Into the night I stumble,

Fear, anger, and shattered souls my only company... Going the wrong way down the path called love...

All in the shaddows, just seen by moonlight, the wreckage of destruction and tormented souls all lost into time...

Moving constantly, unrelentingly a journey past the bright souls lost to darkenss and silence. Lost to they great black abyss. A life without light..

DB