Reflection

I'm still trying to figure myself out, I'm so different to everybody else, i'm not 'normal'. Thus I ask myself what 'normal' really means? I've come to the conclusion that it's a submission to fear. People are so scared of not being accepted by the majority of society that they attempt to mould themselves into a 'normal' person. Personally, I don't want to fit into their idea of normality, I mean, rebellion isn't exactly bad if the morals behind it are right.

I seem to enjoy my world where dreams are intricate yet promising and vacations from reality are frequent. Reality is harsh, it's like a furnace of magma showering down during a record breaking heatwave. Sometimes I like to stick my head into the clouds and absord the heavenly mantras of the inhabitants of the sky. It's kind of like laying in the sun in a warm summer's day, absorbing the beauty of the soft rays that engulf your lifeless body. Now imagine that feeling at your fingertips whenever you like, not governed by the setting of the sun or the time of day.

My world outside of this world is personal. It's like a space I take myself to continue the search for the real and raw 'me'. It's kind of like I'm on a life long mission to discover myself unharmed by all codes of 'normality'.

who are you really?

(August 2009)