My Life Is a Rollercoaster

My life is a Rollercoaster My life is a rollercoaster filled with emotional highways, fast ups, faster downs, crashing myself into euphoria smiling, waving at every person i see wondering why they dont wave back, or smile, when they see me not always the other way around. So i go down, and crash for an instant as my heart hurts of failed attempts to try and communicate with the mindless. Seconds later, I smash into the sky the happiest ive ever felt induced from a single thought in a milisecond a surge of energy electrifys my mind, tickles my bones and shocks my senses leaving me enchanted, exuberant and pure, grateful and delighted. Thoughts of appreciation, for things i have, for who i am as a person, and who i have in my life, flood my brain with chemicals of euphoric taste and i feel like a million bucks without a suitcase, loose and free. With a million thoughts and feelings which will i choose? Where do emotions come from, where are they born? Are the sparked from thought? Are they molded by sight? Are they crafted by the mind? I feel them. I create them. I forge them with tools. Emotional blacksmith by the fire, learning to synthesize desirable feelings only. Positive re-inforcement of the mind seems to be the key but copied, as feelings of hostility and disgust sneak into my mind bringing hatred and jealousy through the back door contaminating my character. Smoke stacks of media pollution burn inside my head so i find myself more often these days locked in my room with lit candles in deep meditation within each deeper breath the vandal disappears and i am left with myself and nobody else,floating becoming one with the universe, at the same time i become one with myself. The rollercoaster stops, and so does time. It doesnt start agin till i open my eyes. So i keep them shut. Communicating with the universe, thinking of a single thought detoxifying my mind pouring light onto my brain in buckets bright, pure, filled to the top, i think of sharing this ride with with her, for the ride is not important, its who rides with you. Andrew West 2009