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Riding a sine wave, Where the dependent variable Is your emotions Is hardly what I call fun. It’s a pain, Constantly going up And down And up And down. The ups sound fun, But they aren’t. To the surprise of many, You prefer the downs. They’re calm. You get to sleep. Your feet are still grounded in reality (For the most part). But the ups Are so chaotic One second experiences ecstasy The next, terror One second later, rage. You get so used to following This wild function, That you forget there’s a third option: Hanging out around the midline. When do I get to go back To doing that?
When I speak, I want it to have Significance. When i write, I want it to have Purpose. Please forgive me; I am not shy. I’m just Saving Meaning So when I speak, people--I should hope-- Realize the importance Of my word.
The sun rises over the ridge, A great ball of yellow fire. I see it pretty late these days, Around 7AM. I’m more of a summer sun-- Waking up long before today’s dawn. I should try to sleep in later, Since I have no job or class to tend to. My only job today is to recover. It’s been about a month since I came home from the hospital. I still feel lost. Will I always feel lost? Maybe if I sleep more, I’ll feel like I know where I am Like the sun knows where it is And where it’s going, Always rising in the east And setting in the west. I’m trying to be like the sun, So I’m going to go climb Up and over that ridge Every day Until I run out of energy.
Create, little one! Create! Continue reading "Dear Little One"
I have a brain like napalm— Ready to explode. Hands like balloons, Flying far away, they’re not mine. I keep it all inside, Don’t want them to worry. But the less I show, The more it grows. Continue reading "Brain Like Napalm"
Feeling a relapse coming. Gonna go hard on the PRNs and therapy sessions and take a break from this site. I have a few posts lined up for the next few days; hopefully I’ll be back at it by the time all those are posted. Thank you for understanding.
And if I do go full-blown psychotic, that’s just more material, yeah?
“Strive to be your best authentic self,” they say. Continue reading "Me? Where?"