There will be a point,
When you just want to stop,
And go back in time,
To try to make things normal.
But there is no description of normal.
It is only what we think normal is.
What if it’s sitting completely still?
Staring straight ahead,
And being absolutely silent.
Never moving,
Never breathing,
And never making a sound?
What if it’s running till you get there,
And screaming I’m here?
Only to find yourself,
Alone in a place no one understands?
What if it’s not the place you began,
But somewhere entirely different?
In someone else’s mind,
And not anywhere near your normal?