Attack of the Giant Red Strawberries!

There was giddy laughter as the atmosphere shifted slightly, and the thought of Newton's law and how if I threw up this apple, high enough, it may just stay up in orbit, but who really knows, an apple has a lot of mass anyways. It is a Violet afternoon when I go running, hypo manic. The red flames in the fire of my heart were just about to burn their last source of energy, and when I look up, and out at the horizon, the blue sky was dripping and bleeding with beautiful colors along the prism's spectrum. Violet, it's where the two meet, manic and depression, as if just painting, and mixing red and blue, you will then find yourself there, hypo manic. More violet-red though. The redder the violet the more euphoria, but euphoria is not good persue, it's a teaser, and will hand you the dice at the Roulette table, and mention to throw down more than you can afford, then lose. 

The crispness of a new blue sky, but the blue is drawn out from the red, juicy, large strawberries covering a vast field and patches to pick from. These are the afternoons I'm soon found in a library or bookstore with words spinning around in my mind, the answer? They lie, and they tell you they're the answer to the riddle, but think twice. Letters, notes, numbers, words, symbols dance around me and in my head, a ballet with tap shoes on. Violet remains grounded yet high, but redder than violet and you'll be swiming the backstroke, the frontstroke, and the butterfly, unsure whether in reality or in one's mind, fantasizing or not?Violet is a happy medium with a bit more energy than purple. Mauve is fabulous!

Sip of Seduction

For me, I was manic before evenings I had planned to see friends; to socialize. Hours before I was to head there, sometimes even the night before, I was overly giddy with excitement. I wouldn't be able to sleep, and I couldn't wait for that moment, to be there, around a group or a few people, the center of the attention. Of course, I didn't think that way, blatantly, that I wanted to be the golden woman in the middle of the crowd, the one everyone was looking at and laughing with at her wit and cleverness, but it's true looking back.

When the time finally arrived for me to get ready for an event, I was so hyped up, I had to slam some alcohol to settle down. I was like a kid in a candy store, only I was waiting on the outside to get in, to be part of, for the night. I rushed and went a million miles per hour as I put my make up on crooked and straightened or bounced out my hair. "I look good," I would think. Making a cat like face in the mirror. Then I'd rush out the door at the speed of light, and drive like a maniac until I got to my destination, sometimes twenty minutes early or more. That's okay, I thought, I'll just drink. I'm revved up anyways.

Before I put the drink to my mouth I was salivating in a manic quench for more. Once the sip went down, I had taken the slide down a black water tube ride, where I was blinded, I couldn't see anything or if and when I would ever get out, and if I would alive. Then suddenly after a long and destructive night, splash, out I come from the dark tunnel into a pool of a mess. Apologies to be said, things to regret, things to hide my head in mortification over, those high manic nights were devastating.

Before the sultry sip of red wine, I was already on fire, and that's the way it went for me, manic. But I was the funniest most likeable girl in the room, or so my big head told me so, probably lying.