Now is about the time I fall back. I need a hit, a fix. To give up and subject myself to IT again. IT looks so good at a backwards glance. The memories seem so bright and right. Our minds cling to the positive and run from the negative. But when you stop and acknowledge, pay your respects to the bad, realization comes. For every high there is a low. Don't go back. The temporary rise is a façade, the pain after the inevitable fall is real. That ending is the only "hit" that should count.
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed
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