The river of heaven and hell is my life and one that I live with every day. I can predict the way my river will be every 4 months and that is the way it will always be. Even though the so called river specialists have provided chemicals to make its waters normal, I can not stand not having the paradise that the river brings. For one to have heaven one must live through hell. Darkness and pain doesn't justify the moods.
Death becomes an option as a way out.
Waves of anxiety steal sanity. The world is wonderful, full of bright colors and high senses. Choice be not a burden, it all fits in to place. The wind beneath the bright blue sky. My spirit stares into the sun - And burns its passion on my mind.