Normal

You gaze at your reflection and you wonder who is more real

Is it normal to fear those we love,
Is it normal to associate passion with pain,
It is normal to not want to correct mistakes,
Is it normal to be sickened by human behavior,
Is it normal to kill yourself if you had only six months to live,
Is it normal to fear loneliness,
Is it normal to hate someone one minute and be willing to die for them in the next,
Is it normal..?

“Define normal”, you counter with suddenly

So I do.

“Conforming to everyone else’s standard classifies you as normal.
Normality and predictability are partners in crime.
When your every step reeks of convention and you fail to shock anyone out of their self induced stupor of contentment and oh-we-know-what-you’re-going-to-do-next, then you become ‘normal’.”



I can’t explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.



Not ‘normal’ now, is it?
But then again, it’s not ‘abnormal’ cause that would constitute making a concentrated effort towards movement of some kind, the accomplishment of an act initiated in the ‘land before time’.
I don’t see that happening in the near future.
I’d rather sit with my dreams carefully woven round my hands binding them together than have you stamp on them with your uncouth narrow minded malevolence.

You say I’m cynical.
You say I’m weird, I’m a freak.
I love those words.
They taste like bitter chocolate.
I’d rather be addictive rare rich chocolate that you have to aquire a taste for than the ol’ chew, suck an’ swallow.

‘Normal’..gahh!!..

Spare me.