Rambling Bi-Polar Rant the 2nd:

Getting creepy, creativity.

Creativity is an amazing thing; but fleeting and mercurial, just like the fairies my daughter is enthralled with.  Beautiful, dazzling, mysterious and frustrating.  Unhealthy, terrifying, fascinating and solitary.

People are always selling the idea that people with mental illness are suffering, not to say it isn't true because some of the most creative people suffer greatly and pass from this world from it. 

But I think madness can be an escape, an trek into the unknown that allows us freedom of mental movement unfound by most humans.  But those movements, the escapes are, sometimes...horrifying.

So what happens when you have that creativity, but along with it are the shadows that eat you when you're asleep?
The stuff that makes your blood thrum within your nightmares that jerk you awake at the witching hour.  Where the darkness has shadows of its own, and no matter how many lights you turn on, there just isn't enough light until the sun has kissed your skin.

Or say, the fleeting glance of something darting past your vision.  It might have been a ghost, I've always told myself that, sometimes it's my deceased cat, sometimes departed family.  Sometimes, the shadows pass so quickly you have the vague impression of something unsettling; other things, bugs, there are lots of bugs in this nightmare world of not-quite-vision.  The voices heard when no one is there, your name called when no one else is in the house with you.  Cthulhu fthagn-heh just kidding.

Sort of..

That odd presence in the backs of your mind that gives you the right stuff to bring your gifts to others.  Gives you a lot of other undesirable presents as well. 

When the thoughts don't seem like they are truly yours.  When the waves of fear skitters across the back of your throat and bathes your tongue in bile.  When the shiver isn't from the cold but from that, other, thing you feel.

Where can you go.

Where can you go.