Bipolarwanderings

The day is sweet. My life is filled with charisma, and I dance with unicorns and belay into the red-wooded forest as my sweat transforms into sod-y pop, rich with the nutrients of a gay dandelion. At least this is what my soul would have me believe. 

In reality, in MY reality none-the-less, I am filled with iron dread at the mark of a ‘nother day. What will tomorrow bring? In REALITY, it will bring more hopeless dreading, more existential pondering, and more wishing for tomorrow…but in REALITY, reality, it should bring joy, peace, and the hope that the next day will be another day in paradise…same, same. 

Ping, swing, ping, swing. Higher power, ego, higher power, ego. Until the day comes that we transcend the ego completely, and reside in hopeless fantasies of enlightenment, good day & good night.