
My life is more of a short story collaboration than a novel. And yet the last pages of each story have been torn out and omitted from my life. So no happy or sad endings. Just abrupt transitions. And with that said, it is time for me to be the author.
Manic Medicine
I will chase the sun,
Get manic with its rays,
Play with the moonlight
Let insomnia join this love affair,
Making love to the world,
Forgetting to care.
People are pegs,
Beautifully placed,
I’ll dance around them,
Not remembering a face.
Swigging happiness,
Smoking joy,
I’ll feel alive,
Passionate,
Resurrected from this dead.



