Hello Mania, If I dropped the pills made my body flush with illegality and smoke would you come to visit? I liked your energy that time you visited with you around I felt so alive. I wanted to die but I knew with you by my side I’d explode in some beautiful colors. Don’t tell my doctor, he wouldn’t approve. Don’t tell my friends because I almost lost them last time they don’t approve of our relationship Don’t tell me no pull a no show and send your Hot Topic brother in your stead. He and I don’t get along so much take and absolutely no give. No, no he snaps at my friends or goes selectively mute and he has no appreciation for the finer things in life. Plus I think he has a drinking problem. Mania, Mania, Mania you’re so addictive. Sometimes you remind me of your sibling you make very straight lines and my money takes cruises to the Bermuda triangle, but wow, what a rush. You make me feel like all the things I’ve wanted to be. Confident, capable, curvy, not fat. Now now, you’re just hypo, I know. No leaping buildings in a single bound, but baby, you and me, we can shake the world. It’s okay that you’re a night owl, I don’t mind too much. This constant sedation, drowsiness it’s just not for me. Besides, the sunrise is beautiful this time of year. You’ve got a lot of baggage tricky memories, dubious decisions, something in a floral print and a hangnail in a black button-up, but I’m still proud of some of some of the things we accomplished attempted? together. There was some pretty risky business in there put myself on the line and secretly I think I did a surprisingly good performance for a duck out of water. Oh Mania I burned with you thrummed with you you taught the meaning of obsession, from the latin—to be besieged but such a battle. People keep telling me it was my Waterloo and though they may be right —damn retrospect— I was feeling all Vercingetorix, and it felt, like that elevator ride at the amusement part you’re screaming bloody murder which the people on the ground can’t hear, you feel like you just might die, but you throw up your arms and do an adrenaline dance because you knew it was a risk when you strapped yourself in and hell, even if you hit the ground, danger elevating to deadly malfunction baby, you flewwwww on the way there. So don’t tell anyone, this is just between the two of us, but I really do miss you sometimes.