May 24, 2020
Dragging. My heart is in the mind of another idea. Dragging to return. The road is blocked. Storms ripped the landscape. I can hardly recognize my face. The skin is there, nose, eyes, ears, mouth, all the same, yet terribly different. A new kind of wind is blowing. Smells sweet but not normal. Normal is no more. Normal belongs in the comic books of bygone eras. There was never a normal. You played at normal, but very badly. People could see you act. No one paid any mind or money to interact with your life. Show's closed. Go to sleep.