Thursday, June 11, 2015

3 a.m.

There’s something spiritual about 3 a.m.; or maybe there’s a
religious element to neurotransmitters. I’m not certain; yet
either/or a person stands restless, downbeat, plus—semi-
dejected. I would argue our minds unite: a world of flustered
souls, vibrating to an unuttered melody. Such malaise a
cadence strumming interior strings. A heart thumbs through
quasi-depression, but some are wrestling with a monster.
A person paces; such that a spouse says: “Are you alright”;
or quick wittingly asks: “Are you manic?” This is our life:
fighting to aid others, while burning seven candles for seven
churches. Chapters are unread; however, today, today is
grandiose. So a person may rent a tuxedo; buy a watch or
chain; even max a credit card: if only to feel an upbeat
current. These are extremes; for many hide, bound to
uneasiness: writing, praying, studying, probing science, or
cleaving to sanity’s bread: love, hope, and medication. 

PS.

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