**Note: This is my first post using Blogsy, an iPad app -- hopefully everything works OK!!**
This morning, I had to go to the doctor's office for a simple blood test. I was fasting and hadn't had any coffee so was a little on edge. The lab tech didn't help when she looked over my file and loudly asked, when was the last time you took your lithium?
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Monday, October 29, 2012
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Modern Love
Maybe this post is part 2 of 2 with my previous post, because it deals with similar subject. As I've thought about the pros and cons of sharing my stories, it's started to dawn upon me that they aren't my stories alone: they are our stories. I own my life and many things have happened exclusively to me, but many things have also happened, because of me, to other people.
Labels:
bipolar,
relationships,
writing
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