What is Normal, Anyway?
I get so lost in my head sometimes. Who am I really? Where is it I want to go? Am I doing it right? The questions always linger, and the negative chatter will always seep in. You are doing it wrong. Why can't you be like everyone else? Just be normal. But what is normal anyway? Does anyone know? The second I stop dreaming, my fire goes out and my smile goes away. There is nothing more defeating. For me, painting is my outlet. That place where I don't have to know what normal