Sunday Scribblings #76 -Late.

Geeezus

In my life before bipolar I was never late.
NEVER.
In fact, always early.
Late.
Now it’s common.
It’s like a different Jennifer.
A transformation.
Sometimes that’s good, other times not so much.
Mostly I attempt to celebrate the newness.
But often I go to berating it.
Breathe.
Just Breathe.

It’s complicated.
Living inside this skull of mine.

At some point along the way, timeliness measured sanity.

Late.

Last
At
Telling
Everything

Late.

Longing
And
Tempting
Evil

Late.

Lattes
Attempt
To
Eradicate

Late.

Lust
Alters
Time
Everywhere

Late.

Fashionable.
Explainable.

Late.

Never before Bipolar Disorder was I

Late.