i met a woman on a farm and later she became my roommate and still later my friend, and she met a man who became her friend and eventually her husband but before they married he and i became friends and he wrote me an email quoting a writer who seemed familiar to me yet i could not place

some days i am
depressed
and it is hard to function.

some days i am
manic
and it is hard to function.

some days i am
neutral
and it is hard to function.

every day,
i function.
i am unsure
as what.

Published by Zak

an intertidal island in an ocean of impermanence.

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