I walk out and walk back in sometimes and don't know why except to say that I know that I do it, and that it's a part of being me. One more time?
I wish I could be like I am right now all the time - like water in a glass, sitting on a table in an empty room. Still as silence and without a ripple of excitement inside to disturb me. But that's not who I am, at least not at a constant. Tomorrow I may still be that glass of water, or that babbling brook that wanders through the woods looking to find a way out toward the ocean. I'd like to make it to the ocean. But sometimes I like being in the wilderness too.
I must be bipolar.
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