This is going to be a little different, because usually I post some sort of painting I'm really into to compliment the poem, but this time I've went with my friend's album art. This poem is called "Manic" and Keno Nifty also happens to have a song called "Manic" on his first album "Infinite Night." I wasn't persay inspired by his song or anything, but I thought "Hey! I can talk about music I like," so if you want to check the album out, you can find it here.

Alright! Cool. That's over. Phew! Just kidding. I'm literally the coolest fan to have because if I love you, I will rep you all day long and buy all of your stuff :P

This poem is pretty self explanatory I think. I'm playing catch up with the Crooked Box Poems notebook (since I've been so busy with my #catpun album and a few other things) so this isn't fresh on my mind. In fact, this is on page 28, while I just wrote a poem a few days ago on page 58. Eek!

But this poem was really just me, trying to explain a small part of why I act the way I do. Like I've said before, I've never been diagnosed with anything as I come from a family that believes in prayer first, rather than medicine (which, honestly, is smart with how American healthcare has gone). However, I have really bad lows and highs and a lot of friends that I have who struggle with manic depression say that's probably what I have. I'm just worried about throwing medicine into the mix, since that stuff never leaves your system and often times jacks you up worse than you were before. That's why I write. It helps cope when God stops talking.

Okay. That's out of my system for at least two posts. Here's the poem!

Manic

_{In case you forgot, this is the album art for "Infinite Night" by Keno Nifty.}

don't ask why i'm sad.
i'd love to tell you, but
when i'm this manic high, i can't recall
why i wanted to die just
last night. none of my reasons
make sense now.

i stand at the top of the
staircase, looking into the dim-lit basement, like
"why was i terrified of such a lowly place?"
and then suddenly i'm down there again.
i didn't fall or slip or descend intentionally, but
boy, do i yearn to be at the top again.
no,
i yearn to leave this spiral situation
permanently.

but i'm happy now,
i can't tell you why sometimes i want to die.

~

Well, I'm not sure I'd ask you to talk about your thoughts on this, especially since it's so heavy, but did y'all listen to Keno Nifty's music? And what'd you think? He's super cool, right? We went out for coffee and had fun galavanting around Shelby the other night and he's just the best.

Anyways, I hope you all have a great rest-of-day! God bless and au revoir!

_{If you think you can do a better footer (I'm sure you can), find me on Discord and show me up!}