journey into a bipolar mind

journey into a bipolar mind pebbles in time . there were ripples in yesterday’s water where stones once were tossed . pebbles really, yet enough to form concentric wrinkles soothing over rough edges and drowning silly circus clowns . each circle died and glass-like waters were again still undisturbed as though he had not been there . perhaps he hadn’t . in his head circles rolled onto circles and the pale painted pony leapt easily over his uncontested path . the music stopped his eyes closed and no circles remained ripples collapsed and pebbles dropped inside his quiet mind . time to get off, he thought to himself as he reached into his pocket and wondered which was real the carousel or the glass-like waters . in his pocket the pebbles were wet and the painted ponies were going round again galloping away while clowns begged for laughter . and he picked up more pebbles from the ice cream stand . tolbert