Why can’t you be normal?
It is a question I’ve thought about, but only because I’ve heard it so many times, in so many different ways.
When I play a song on repeat for hours on end or wake up wide-eyed at 3AM. The times my body demands to dance, while my lips sing their made-up tunes with my mind’s newly invented words.
Bajeezums. Fliggen Flaggin. Jimminy Cracket.
Fun words that dance across my mouth and match the music of the movement.
I’m not sure why I’m not normal. Or, maybe, I’m more normal than the rest. My consciousness colliding with the billions and trillions of things that make us: Me.
Why can’t you be normal?
H.B. Catherine 