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Sometimes I See Sound and Feel in Colour
Artist's statement: Having bipolar disorder is like waking up each day not knowing whether Tigger or Eeyore will be making your decisions for you today, how many times they will switch or whether they will both stay. Living within constant extremes can be harrowing and euphoric, with hardly an in-between. Drawing or stringing together words has been my lifeline; they help me process my inner thoughts and voice my experience.
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Visions obscured by confusion
Thoughts paralysed by fear
Like traveling the wrong way
down a one-way street...
Visions obscured by confusion
Thoughts paralysed by fear
Like traveling the wrong way
down a one-way street...
Visions obscured by confusion
Thoughts paralysed by fear
Like traveling the wrong way
down a one-way street...
I fear my own emotions,
afraid to feel the truth.
denying every heartbeat
I keep my feeling imprisoned,
afraid the world will fall apart...
I fear my own emotions,
afraid to feel the truth.
denying every heartbeat
I keep my feeling imprisoned,
afraid the world will fall apart...
I fear my own emotions,
afraid to feel the truth.
denying every heartbeat
I keep my feeling imprisoned,
afraid the world will fall apart...
Apparently I'm not a princess
and Life isn't a fairytale,
and 'supposed to' never happens.
Apparently I'm not a princess
and Life isn't a fairytale,
and 'supposed to' never happens.
Apparently I'm not a princess
and Life isn't a fairytale,
and 'supposed to' never happens.
Broken hearts,
Heavy the air.
With awkward silence,
As the elephants fight,
To fit into the one room.
Broken hearts,
Heavy the air.
With awkward silence,
As the elephants fight,
To fit into the one room.
Broken hearts,
Heavy the air.
With awkward silence,
As the elephants fight,
To fit into the one room.
It's harrowing living with a disease no one else can see
I battle to stay in control simply because I'm scared of it
Of what I become; and do; to those that are dearest to me
It's harrowing living with a disease no one else can see
I battle to stay in control simply because I'm scared of it
Of what I become; and do; to those that are dearest to me
It's harrowing living with a disease no one else can see
I battle to stay in control simply because I'm scared of it
Of what I become; and do; to those that are dearest to me
Memories Whisper Bitter Secrets,
draped in riddles I cannot answer.
reality's a noose that's getting tighter
and hope feels like a thousand daggers
which one is better I can not decide...
Memories Whisper Bitter Secrets,
draped in riddles I cannot answer.
reality's a noose that's getting tighter
and hope feels like a thousand daggers
which one is better I can not decide...
Memories Whisper Bitter Secrets,
draped in riddles I cannot answer.
reality's a noose that's getting tighter
and hope feels like a thousand daggers
which one is better I can not decide...
Her mind is like old clockwork; so complicated yet beautiful.
On the outside she serves her purpose; she's perfectly fine
On the inside she has no concept of time;
Her mind is like old clockwork; so complicated yet beautiful.
On the outside she serves her purpose; she's perfectly fine
On the inside she has no concept of time;
Her mind is like old clockwork; so complicated yet beautiful.
On the outside she serves her purpose; she's perfectly fine
On the inside she has no concept of time;
water-beads I dare not shed
every sphere a wet reflection of weakness
a salty reminder of guilt and shame
confusion suffocates my thoughts
and leaves me punishing my insecurities
water-beads I dare not shed
every sphere a wet reflection of weakness
a salty reminder of guilt and shame
confusion suffocates my thoughts
and leaves me punishing my insecurities
water-beads I dare not shed
every sphere a wet reflection of weakness
a salty reminder of guilt and shame
confusion suffocates my thoughts
and leaves me punishing my insecurities