Wow....if my manic side could give my depressive side a sermon, this would be it. But, then my depressive side would sneer his lip to show his teeth, adjust his crotch openly, and say something like, "yeah, and all that happy horseshit." lol!
this is good poetry. And, it's nice to know that I'm not the only one dealing with the high and low tides of moods and inner chemical betrayals.
Some joke at this for sure....but I struggle with these pep talks daily. But it's an absolute must. It's a battle of the wills, and inner voices. And there are days...when I feel there is no victory to be gained.
Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..