Journal of a Fake Manic Depressant

by elise   Mar 1, 2006


Some people need to learn to stay themselves, including this little evasive soul inside of me. If I could chain such a creature, I would, but it jumps away at every chance I get.

It is a clever beast, I must say, and I am very proud to be its owner. Today only, of course. Tomorrow, it could be a pain, but no matter what may happen along the journey of life, I will still love it with all my being.

I say being because I exist. My heart is just a lonely organ, performing its daily function in my body, and keeping me alive. Does it really hold my emotions?

My soul, which has no name unfortunately for it, has many emotions that it cries to me often. I hush it like a forgotten baby in a dark alley. It is with me to stay.

Heart, I still love you, but prove to me you hold emotion.

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