It has been a strange journey these years, and yet as I keep thinking, maybe hoping that things will be vaguely normal, well, no, that is not to be. Things are getting stranger, the funny thing is what might shock me is not what I would think, it is the mundane completely normal to everyone else things that bother me and yet everyone else ignores them. Is there something wrong with me? Is there something missing/off with other people? I keep repeating myself so much lately, "I don't know." "I don't know."
I wake to the sky coalescing into a muddy blue gray, followed by the warming orange pink glow crossing the horizon, then it darkens again, sadly I believe that the day will be dark, despondent, dreary, and sad but then the pinks, oranges, reds, and yellow start their artwork across the sky, then, only then I am reminded that the strangeness, the wild, is okay. The day has started again, the sunlight warms me deep inside, waking the demon, readying for the strange to be encountered today.
