Normal,

who would want

to ever wish

themselves

to be stuck in that

frame of mind and desperate soul;

why be normal when you can be odd,

unique,

completely original

with just the attachment to the rest

being that you love them.

Why can’t you be normal

I was once asked,

why can you be like A,

because S is such a more interesting

letter I thought,

curvy, fluid, rounded,

not fully like an O,

but then

I wouldn’t want to be that complete.