I don’t remember feeling anything but alone, and different. Forget the crooked lines that connect some of my dots. We all have these. It’s inside that I wonder what normal is. Is it the ability to filter out friction, and anything I disagree with?
I take strength from the pals I know, or knew. Alliances are a moving target. Circumstances change. Environments too. There’s a flow to relationships. I haven’t figured it out. How can I know others when I’m busy trying to know myself?
The holidays do this to me. More so as an adult. I’ve spent a lifetime wondering if I should accept normal, or just create my own. A man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest. That’s the path I walk in a single lyric.
All This By Hand
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