It was that way for him.
Some days he was flying.
Flying easily.
Everything seemed so easy.
White light. Great ideas.
He could do no wrong.
And then one day
it would all leave him
and suddenly nothing worked.
He burned the toast. He dented the car.
He was clumsy, depressed.
And then he would change again.
It would be so easy again.
It changed fast, and for no reason
it changed.
And he went to the doctor
and the doctor said "Chemical imbalance"
and gave him some chemicals
and cured him.
Cured him until it was all evened out,
every day, same thing.
And he was so relieved
to find that he wasn't crazy.
"It's not me," he said, "it's my biochemistry."
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