Bipolar Friends In Crisis

A friendship like ours is bittersweet;— one second we exist in peace, and then suddenly we dash one another to the ground beneath the other's feet! Is there no end? Is there no cease, in hurting and shredding the other? I often sometimes do wonder about us, the ebb and the flow of our long moments together in deep conversations, and ponder all its meaning, breadth, and depth: the no, the yes, the why, and the whether. If our union of bipolar minds and spiritual nexus shall last, no one but us can really say;— what counts as the future unwinds is that we surrender the past and embrace a more harmonious way.