the word, 'normal' can have an allure it is like the word, 'belong' and the feeling that you can blend into the background it is a sound not a choice why do i make being me so difficult, so heavy and at times, a choice applying a self imposed levy when i should not ask for more others have lives which plod along granted, excitement and experience remain out of range but they have all they need with no more to gain the word, 'normal' it never quite romances me conformity never hands around and sets me free restlessness and longing always entice me
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 