Bipolar Genius: Musings of a Moody Catholic Economist
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My sanity is dictated by the rhythm of my heart, which beats to the drums of my musical soul, that has realised, my contentment, rests on my Freedom to move my feet … which, is a feat, not done by those, that surrender in defeat, as they succumb to the dirge of life, allowing the
Presence is needed in absence when death steals away futures those left behind fill moments together with words, and touches, and silences but the mouth has no meaning only the heart speaks truth only the eyes express the words of our soul as our memories melt into puddles dripping down our faces in an oasis
We have all made fun of, marginalised, mocked, ridiculed, laughed at or degraded something that is sacred to someone else.
What is the meaning time…
Why are we not safe…
A girl once asked me. Why does it matter what we are wearing. What time of the day it is. Whether we are alone or not.
