I am a sensitive guy and lately with my bipolar I've been mixed episode. Manic and Depressive.

but I hear from my father "Love you too"
and my mother "I love you"
and my brother gives me a big hug.

I cant feel more love than that.


I can sit in a room with crowded people
and then I just stand there talking lonely to myself.
We know when what we think is different from what we hear.
but not I.
I never know when many things grow.
but I know love does.

I read a lot of these spiritual books my mom gets. This particular one asked me to ask questions like "How can I be afriad?" And that life is like looking our reflection on a window in the sun; We can choose to look inside. I was afraid of a dream I had in which I woke up as I was about to hang myself. I fell almost into a depression. Over this and other negative stressors in my life.(school, girls, and loneliness) This I asked "How can I be afraid?" The answer being... I dont like violence... My friend had hung herself last month.
RIP.
ISABEL

i love you and may the view from heaven beat the hell out of the view from here.

...and horror in the media and life these days and I need to be free from it. Watch more kung-fu movies.

On a lighter note.. I had a dream that I was Peter Tosh and I was crying and Hugging James Brown and we were singing Steppin Razor or Johnny be Goode.