mood swings

at the peak of the pendulum sit the purest of emotion.

opulent in presence, transparent in intent

juvenile, innocent, ignorant...

ignorant

meanwhile gravity lures the suction and

before you know it, the flutter you feel

in elevation soon transforms into the butter

flies

of a rollercoaster.

the high ride soon becomes a bad trip.

and how you now notice everything,

negative..

sepia..

in monotone, you've found yourself at a new

low.

but momentum won't allow you a stay. a

gust of wind pushing east, a familiar feeling

of ascention.

vibrant hues pull you up again..

like the pendulum, my mood, swings.

-Jerome Thomas