They say normality is overrated, but **** that man my head is ******* hating

this.

and these.

and those.

Moments were the conversations are fluid, out a mouth and into  heads.
It's intimate.

I am a thief, taking up all those words and not giving anything back. Not twisting them into new ideas, just locking them down to think about later.


So I sit there and when i try broken fractals just kinda fall out of my face. Onto the floor. Viewed as unclean and unwanted by the words already floating around.


Normality seems nice. It seems soft and comforting. Like you can belong anywhere.

Instead of having to search so ******* hard for a niche you can fit in. Not just fit, but fall in.

So how should I end this?
Theres probably a way, but, once again,

Fractals.