ypsilanti's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- it's called "extreme highs and extreme lows". basically, bi-polar disorder effects two people out of every nine, resulting in many many sleepless nights, eventual poor descision making, and an overall feeling of general not-so-coolness. they told me about what happens when you haven't got a dime, and you're drinking wine for the first time, and it's springtime, and once in a while the moon is bright enough to show you the entire sky. how you gonna feel when you see all the parts of the sky you couldn't see all winter? what's gonna make you breathe when you start sleeping with your windows open again? will the air that fills your lungs sing you a new dream? and you been waking up without your usual alarm clock (stumbling across the room to go turn it off four or five times before you actually wake up, always somehow in time for the bus, but always in the same pair of pants everyday.. much like a choice) and taking some new sorts of pills. and it seems like you got a lot on your mind, with boyfriends and girlfriends and enemies and future engagements.. meanwhile, overhead, and maybe above the sound of tired horses and that endless clatter that comes from your tired feet dancing on those mountains of lost keys and void, discarded wedding rings.. maybe up higher than you can go in airplanes, but also just under the places you can reach by means of space travel or extrememly sophisticated firework.. somewhere breathing, walking, watching, remembering, changing, drifting, running, astronauts starving, astronauts leaving. ******* listen to: the gossip, my legendary girlfriend, bob dylan, -tion. 2:44 p.m. - 4.9.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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