Gawd, I feel like I’m cruisin for a kardiackin bruisin.
My energy is starting to ride high, I’m swinging up out of the winter blahs, and I feel like heliumISeye.cuhm.
This is a double edged gift..my creativity is enhanced,I’m regaining perspective..emerging from Plato’s cave..
but the mood is edged you know..
like when you are just not seeing the oncoming meteor.
fuk it, I have been here before, its part and parcel of that insane poetic curse..I have been around long enough to know how to take care of myself when it strikes..
the key has always been when friends say *cat* babe, you are just a little above terra firma,
while they smile, but with that look in their eyes that tells me..
watch for the light ..it’s about to turn red.
I miss driving. It used to smooth out the ruptures, I’d get in the car and turn on my music and head past the overpass and let the windows down. Alone, solo mio, in my own little armored vehicle.
These days, its tie up the sneakers and get out in the night air and move.
I have taken out walls with a hammer on a whim in this mood, just because I needed to “breathe”.
Too long in the garret makes Jane Doe a dull girl, and too high a leap makes Jane Doe, well, a Jane Doe..
jonesin’ but watchin’ it…
cat’s creed…when low..amp up the music, mix and mingle despite the overwhelming urge to disappear into complete obscurity, when high, take soundings on both the depth of the water, and the ceiling height, haul out the crash helmet, and disregard all desire to dance on scaffolding..
for those out there whose moods do swing occasionally above or below baseline,
what do you do for self balance? seriously, I know there are enough creative types reading this blog who occasionally feel like they are between trapezes and have dealt..
(whose 9 lives have served her well}