Your heart and mine

There is plenty to write about, but i doubt i'll remember the half of it.
Medication rising, stabilizing. But that's whatever. I'm almost into some good free time.. Hopefully my parents will take their pissy pants off soon. they worry and care and blah blah, okay cool, but shit, if you think im making a mistake let me fucking learn from it, okay?
Oh well.

It seems im told to seize the day, yet when i try, im bitched at for not planning enough for the future. Why do i suck at happy mediums?
Oh wait, thats right. Im goddamn bipolar.

Also, i'm really tired.. I feel like i should have more energy than this. Like my human system should be a little more efficient.

My brain is a dead zone.
I think Mother nature set a spark
in the hearts of our developing minds
our advances in consciousness
but we turned it into a forest fire
of greed and arrogance....
utter destruction


I hope nothing matters in the end.

This post will be updated soon.


  1. I love your poetry! Sounds as though you are feeling down. Never fear because with Bipolar the highs are just around the bend.
    I hope you even out soon.
    Best Wishes, In the Pink

  2. It is frustrating to not be able to reach the middle ground between living in the present and planning for the future. I stuggle with that as well.

  3. you do sing with stars...its just that the world is deaf...i've been there

  4. Thank you, very much :) I hope so too.
    I appreciate the understanding
    more than you know