Even though it has been two years since my mania caught us unaware, I want you to know that I live every day anticipating its return.
I wonder when my synapses will fire at lightning speed, my thoughts a tangled jumble that you will have to unravel to get to the truth.
My words will pour forth like a fountain bubbling over after the kids add bubbles to the water. I will sacrifice hours of sleep to scribble my next masterpiece in the purple journal that sits beside my nightstand.
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