a manic’s playground is my mind
entrapped within a jungle gym of ludicrous joy
buried deep within the soiled sands of plunging sorrow
an unbalanced act atop the high top
the too quick and slick descent of my sanity upon the slide
the cloying sweet-rancid smell of the tire swing
as i hold tight
sickened-spinning-dizzy from deciphering what’s real what’s not
intotheindigo 
deep..
hope things clear…
sometimes inspiration is not from the immediate, the personal, or even the real so thank you but so far so good =)
that’s good to know 🙂