Hi.
There are, more than a few, thoughts running through my head.
Along with some Watsky music, obviously. Who could forget that.
Well, actually, that’s not too surprising.
On the corner.
Slowly losing their shape,
Gaining their despondence,
Watching as time neglects,
Smiling only when faced with the prospect of future,
What if I was normal?
What if “normal” had a definition?
What if we could meet the one who defined it?
What if normal is just a projection of the mind?
