Unusual (day 29)

I used to think I wanted to be uncommon.

I wanted to live at unusual angles,

I walked on unusual roads and

said strange things in strange places to strange people.


I used to think I wanted to be uncommon

but that was before you were

a giant and a whole new color spectrum and made of stardust,


before a story made of we

lost its meaning,

broke into just two letters

made of soft quiet pencil strokes

written as I trembled in the center of a crowd.


I thought it was an unusual ending

so I cracked my world

and I spent my time

and I bled my tears

and I lost my way


I thought it was an unusual ending

but really it was just another clichéd story.


And if now, a lightyear later

this is an unusual beginning

I might just throw myself to the ground,

I want it to be

so so so normal.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 8/29/16

Unusual angle

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Daniel-59's picture

Normal ? Normal People Scare

Normal ? Normal People Scare The Hell Out Of Me Their Usually Wolves In Sheep's Clothing !

Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces

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Love your work!!

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