What is normal? Who defines this concept? Can it only be defined by its antagonist, abnormal? Walking barefoot through broken glass memories, shattered by the harsh reality, dreams shaken and torn by those who laugh and point while we try our best to change the world for the better of society and mankind in general? Is this normal? Flying high through clouds of thoughts, while something hit the fast forward button of our minds, and carbon lines form shapes that appear to be a child's face, looking through the glass back at me. Is this normal? Scattered images forming a collage of the mind, painted in black words upon a screen of some type of glass, which stares back at me... and I wonder if anyone understands me at all. Is this normal? Peace and love
