day 151 . bipolar man

breaking
breakin
break
breaking
uhm
this is the voice
of… uhm…
a man, no
not a man
uhm…
a being of a sort.
uh… i mean
i breathe so i must be alive
being alive means i must be
some sort of a being
or perhaps an apparatus of a sort
the kind that breathes
a clone perhaps
i remember
or at least i think so
there was a man
i see a reflection in a mirror
it’s broken
just like the mirror is
split apart
this man
i must find him
oh no
he found me
he hurts me
he tries to kill me
i wish i never let him out
breaking
break
breakin
bre
br
B

4 thoughts on “day 151 . bipolar man

      1. Depth is within, my friend. Within all of us. Yet for some reason more and more of us choose the easier way. Shallow and instantly gratifying that in a long term leaves nothing but emptiness and devastation… Here’s to embracing the depth. Here’s to acknowledging the darkness. Here’s to life that is and let’s be!

        Like

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s