Whee, whee, WHEE, whee, Whee!

So, did you read my post, How am I? If you did, then you know about my little trip to the hospital where they pumped me up on steroids. Yeah, pumped me up, up, UP! I am still flying. I have not slept at all and am in high gear still. Can’t sit still, sleep is not even lurking in the shadows, you’d think I could get something productive done. Nope. My thoughts are pinging all over the place like a pinball machine. My moods are swinging from high to low. One minute I am super happy joyful the next I feel like I could stomp my people into the ground.

Ugh.

The question I keep asking …

why, why, WHY would anyone do this to themselves voluntarily. Whether it is steroids or amphetamines or methamphetamines, I just can’t understand why anyone would want to feel this way. Like I said, it might be one thing if I could actually accomplish anything but I can’t focus as all.

I wonder where I will be when I finally crash. Hope it’s somewhere safe.

NPM – April 4th

Flying Inside your Own Body by Margaret Atwood

Your lungs fill & spread themselves,

Wings of pink blood, and your bones

empty themselves and become hollow.

When you breathe in you’ll life like a balloon

and your heart is light too & huge,

beating with pure joy, pure helim.

The sun’s white winds blow through you,

there’s nothing above you,

you see the earth now as an oval jewel,

radiant & seablue with love.

It’s only in dreams you can do this.

Waking, your heart is a shaken fist,

a fine dust clogs the air you breathe in;

the sun’s a hot copper weight pressing straight

down on the think pink rind of your skull.

It’s always the moment just before gunshot.

You try & try to rise but you cannot.