We
arrived at his apartment. It was on the
second floor. The apartment building had
a rustic, fire house sort of feel. It
was about four stories high with ruby red brick. The side walk had designated parking spots
for each apartment. He carried my
bags. I only had a carry on. He never did let me do much for myself. When he opened the door the first thing I saw
was the most beautiful apartment in the world.
It was very spacious. The hallway
to the living room had paintings, mirrors, and decorations that all seemed to
flow together like a river of perfect design.
Chris could not have put together this apartment. And he would never hire someone to design. A woman definitely designed this
apartment. Actually, a woman definitely
lived here. There was a purse on the
coffee table. Before I could finish my
thought, a tall slender black woman walked from the kitchen and lit up at the
sight of us two.
“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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