May 8 by The Running Son
It’s 1:30 am in California. Just woke up after some 6 hours of sleep.
For followers, and anyone, I just came off anothr manic. I crashed, again, last night.
Good poems came out of it, but it’s a wake up call. Take care of yourself jim. I ate and slept and I am tired.
I always thought of my bi-polar disorder as a joke. Or an excuse. I was never sure I had “it”, or anything. Now I know I have something.
Like a figure 8, Bi-polar takes two lives or universal wholes, and twists them into a shock, like worlds colliding.
When I write in short form like this, I know I’m tired inside.
Love you all. I am OK. Sleep makes a lot of hard things easier.