Full Moonshining In

I don't mean to be glum but today is just one of those days... It could be that roller coaster ride , theme park called Bi-Polar. I don't know which side of the pole I'm hanging on to? 

Maybe its just full moon swing, theme park called howl like hell.

It could be being human. Theme park called No pain no game. 

Today the feelings have been erupted by this wholesome moon. I feel like a tidal wave has smashed against me. I am still standing! 

I have faced and processed a lot over this weekend. A mom that fell. A ghost from wicked beaches. A faded dream. Illusive pleasures lost in , well: reality. I returned to my humble abode of crossed souls under this blue moon. I was sent soaring through the corridors. Vacillating between the curls of my neatly cut hair, filled with uncertainty and insecurity. I hate having haircuts, I take it personally when it does not look as I imagine it should. I have a vivid imagination with a perfect picture. Of course when I left the salon it was not right.

Today when I got 'home' my friend made a comment about my hair that spiraled me in to a pit of sadness. Its not what she said but the way she said it. Looking back I am undecided weather it was personal or if it is my complex. Maybe this is the jumping castle of borderline personality disordered; theme park called: screw ya yo yo. 

I don't know, I just know I am a very sensitive being, who hurts deeply when a friend puts me down, subconsciouslyor not. 

I sat and stared into the eye of the moon, absorbing the shallowness in my throat, 'you look crazy' said eye, the moon looked back at me and beamed blue light "and you my friend are crazy to think you are anything less than who you are" 

Still hurting, BUT smiling confidently accepting how I feel.