I write when I'm lonely or when I'm extremely happy.
Somewhere between just feels normal to me.
Then I ask myself what does normal mean to me anyway?
I then walk to my normal path on my way home.
I eat my normal meal. I sleep on my normal bed.
I wake up normally.
I use my normal toothbrush.
I walk on normal streets to work.
Then I suddenly stop and look curiously on the day sky.

How come I never seen this view?
Am I too happy?
Or too lonely?
Or maybe I'm becoming something else.

Normally I don't write like this.
Maybe I should try something else.
Normally doesn't mean much anyway.
**** life and all its delusional *****.

Do what you want to do and make the most out of it.
Stay focus.
Don't lose track.
Stay calm and keep everything under control.
Eventually everything will fall into their rightful places.