What is Normal?_Stagnation_Dusty Shelves, Amongst Other Shelving_From, Yours truly xo
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What is Normal?
What is normal ? Who defines such a thing? Webster dictionary describes normal as an example of a pattern doing the same thing , routine , this is normal. But in comparison the definition of Insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting different results. How could two opposite descriptive words ,who define all humanity have similar definitions,but oppose each other . So are those that expose themselves to be normal , really have the correct definition of what normal is? As an introvert, I have often been labeled as unbalanced or not normal . It's not normal for me to want to be alo...
Stagnation
A peculiar, steamy inertia dripped over the town that summer. Days resembled perpetual nuclear explosions of white-hot sunlight. Night seemed as transitory as a last-minute dream. Flowers wilted as soon as they bloom. Ticks dropped off trees onto people’s scalps, latching on with unnatural ferocity. Mosquitoes swarmed in roaming packs, biting anything that smell faintly of blood and helplessness. Movement ceased as creeks dried up, revealing primordial bones turned to stone. Odors of rotting, overripe fruit attracted flies half-blinded by ceaseless sunlight in dying orchards. It was the summ...
Dusty Shelves, Amongst Other Shelving
Laid out before me: life, basking in glory, basking in the sun. I hopped on the train from Caldonazzo to Trento, and I'm now here in Trento, sitting in the patio of a café, drinking a water and eating a croissant, or whatever they call it here.What a wonderful world, Trento. The university, in its beautiful place up on the hill which I passed on my walk down the mountain from the train station, has a very idyllic campus. The beautiful buildings, the grass, the wall which surrounds the campus, and its spectacular view which overlooks the citta di Trento, all combine to create a sense of serenit...
From, Yours truly xo
I would just like to tell you that I know.I know that you don’t love me as much as the others, and I’ve known it for a while actually. I can feel it; call it a sixth sense or intuition, but I know it’s there. It’www.onedoor.ccs so very subtle, so subtle in fact, that a stranger can barely notice it.But I am no stranger.The grumbly cadence of your voice and your habitual foibles and gestures are lost on others. To them you’re just another entity amidst the endless mass of the universe. They don’t know you like I do. But for me, reading you comes as easy as a second language. All your animated sighs and laugh...