the world screamed at me
as if that’s what normal people do.
but I’m normal…
in my own crooked, holy way.
yes, I behave like a clown
and when you ask me something,
my head drifts up or down,
my fingers wander behind my ear,
and I whisper the answer
like a shy prayer escaping a broken saint.
I never stand in the center of wisdom
I prefer its edges,
where the winds of souls
still carry secrets.
leave me cracked,
leave me luminous
I was born from a delicious sin, a spark the angels couldn’t quite categorise.
I’m not normal to you,
and I don’t fit your mould.
good.
moulds are for statues,
not for wanderers of the heart.
I’m me
unique…
wild…
unrepeatable.
this is me.
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
the world screamed at me
as if that’s what normal people do.
but I’m normal…
in my own crooked, holy way.
yes, I behave like a clown
and when you ask me something,
my head drifts up or down,
my fingers wander behind my ear,
and I whisper the answer
like a shy prayer escaping a broken saint.
I never stand in the center of wisdom
I prefer its edges,
where the winds of souls
still carry secrets.
leave me cracked,
leave me luminous
I was born from a delicious sin, a spark the angels couldn’t quite categorise.
I’m not normal to you,
and I don’t fit your mould.
good.
moulds are for statues,
not for wanderers of the heart.
I’m me
unique…
wild…
unrepeatable.
this is me.
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