Divine Madness

When the hypomania hits, usually in the weeks leading up to the equinox, I stay up late and haunt the mean streets looking for excitement. I am searching for something and I never know what it is until I find it. I give a wonderful energy and strangers are drawn to me.I am comfortable by myself, but also comfortable when strangers approach and engage me.

That is always when the magic starts and the ideas tumble out as I urgently seek to charm and bewilder my catch. There are many false starts, and I often return home unsatisfied because the vibrations were not right, or my yearnings shifted and I have pushed my catch away. 

I wake alert and erect and aquiver with excitement, ready for another day of seeking connection, making weird connections, singing moving to the beat. 

How do I allow myself to be smashed out this glorious place. I am a wild animal, momentarily free from my cage, but the keepers soon capture me with their frightening tales and I meekly surrender and go back to my ordinariness.

But maybe not this time.