a bipolar life
it’s the same way
most of the time
then, not…
and i can’t find
the spots to make it
the same way again
constancy keeps me
centered,
in the moment,
ready
then it doesn’t
when it happens
everything i touch
is in question
right or wrong
caring or indifferent
this is the way
my cookie crumbles
time
time and solitude
may be the only antidote
glb /// “the same way”
going-sideways.com original
i am
completely spread out
in this tiny circle
pushing aside
these accoutrements
of a life spent…
only to pull more out,
that is how i manage
to feel empty,
filling shelves
and boxes
with things that are
worth anything
only to me
this all exists in trillions
upon trillions
of instances,
not a single one
getting it just right
i just chose the one
closest to my truth,
wondering aimlessly
trying to match
the within
to the
without
glb /// “within/without”
originally published 03/29/2018
going sideways 