High

Manic and high

How would you describe it?
The way that light shines brighter when mania sets in.
In the haze everything is beautiful, and everything is sacred.
Golden halos ring every object and being,
emanating a good-natured spiritual warmth.
I feel as though my eyes are above the clouds,
peering around at the wealth of the world.
I guess that’s what they mean when they say “high”.
Everything is brighter from up here.