Pull me Down hard

I've been having normal days this week. It's nice to have a change from roller coaster to normal. If there is such a thing...but that's besides the point. I've been playing on my piano lately, which is nice considering I had like a 2 year break from it. Art hasn't been a major priority to me either, or rather, it became only a thing I did every once in a blue moon. I'm focusing on that now too. Its almost like I'm falling back into comfort zones to fill the boredom spaces in my days.

I fear for my future because I do not know what it holds. Part of me believes something will happen, for good or not, I know something is to come.

I'm in a mood today and I'm not really sure how to take it. I'm pondering things and listening to wondering songs of mellow-ness. Wow I make up a lot of words...but you get the jist of it all.

There is no such thing as Normal...infact I believe one who thinks Normal is normal is only accustom to the things around them, thus, coming to the conclusion that it's "normal." That shouldn't of even of been invented as a word. If you think about it, the world relies on this word. People see something that's always there, say the Celebs and such, and see that they're skinny and sexy...so their conclusion is that its normal and people are more attracted to it. I don't know, i'm just thinking to much..rambling really.