The Normals

  It has been a long time since I have been here. Some times there are no words. Emotions can eclipse all forms of communication. Such has been this time in my life.

 It is a hard thing to realize you have been fooled. That you have been a fool is even more difficult to come to terms with.

 There are times when I am overwhelmed with a feeling that it has all been for nothing. Those times pass. I am in a state of flux. Torn between all that and what my soul is whispering to my spirit.



  I will tell you a secret, you were never meant to have read this. Not you. It was meant for those who were like me. The ones with broken bits inside that they can recognize in others yet not in themselves. The ones that weren't shiny and clean. Clean spirits, clean souls, clean thoughts.

  The normal ones who would cross the street before speaking to one such as ourselves. Staring, dry eyed, whispers behind raised hands. It was all a trick though. A child's masquerade. There are no normals. We are all here just pretending to be more than we are and hoping no one looks behind the curtain at the mess we have made of our own lives.

  There is no right car or house,  or mate or bank balance that will make you happy.
Be you. It's really what you are best at, promise.