I'm terrified, mortified, petrified, stupified by you.
i have a problem in the mind. i have a malady that leads me to lose sanity every so often... more often than not... the books call it "bipolar/borderline" disorder. i call it one fucked up day after another. medicine prevents the espisodes from occurring daily, hourly, minutely (?)... medicine leaves me in a vegetative state. medicine aids the body in producing the lacking chemical called seratonin and medicine helps an individual such as myself focus and choose the behavior that is appropriate in any given situation. medicine only gives a temporary solution to a permanent problem. maybe it's in my mind; the problem. maybe the mind is what may be lacking in normalcy. maybe it's all in my head yes.
maybe the answer to that conflict- the solution to my problem is not in a book... is not in my mind. is not in a bottle. maybe the healing balm is in my heart. yeah. i think that's where it lies. in my heart. and i know what's in my heart. i know where my heart lies. so i thnk i'll be ok. every so often... more often than not.
i need to believe something extraordinary is possible. mmm- i think it is... i'm looking at the extraordinary right now.