Normal is as dead as leather shoes,
It is as solemn as a moment of farewell,
Its path is plain and is the ultimate bore,
Its silent power forces drool to drip from the mouth

I love distorted than all that is straight as an arrow,
I love all that is vague rather than the articulated,
I’d love to think when boring marries interesting,
They bare messy vitality that flinches dead senses back to life

I would devotedly choose richness over clarity,
Because it swirls and blinks wanderlust to the unknown,
It is like the sound of that desired first kiss,
That speaks a thousand words, that which cannot be spoken

I like to think that it is indeed relieving not to know,
To embrace all the sweet simple things that surrounds us,
Those which vibrate the feeling of realness and of trust,
Spread our wings and marvel at the earth, its flowers and wonder,
For there are tentacles spread everywhere in the path of normalcy



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