Have temporal lobe epilepsy,left side, medial that is, with Geschwind syndrome.
but here i am , brush of the dust and rise again.
Peeking over the edge of the cliff, butterflies in the stomach, knowing. Purple rays of my setting sun, wind so strong, steals my breath dare not open my eyes, smell fear of the height holds me back. the last beam of sunlight breaks striking my head and shoulders pulling my spirit free, free. Falling , feel the ground rush up then the darkness, all around.
In the blackness a billion stars come together, forms my arms , legs, body by the light. A rush of spiritual, universal energy into my heart, i don't need to breath here, muscles alive. my spirit, the only object shining bright, but it eliminates the dark abyss , cold. i fear nothing here even when it charges strikes my spirit , smashing it like glass, it comes together as if drawn like a magnet, a gift, a miracle, a life, unbreakable.