If I were a squirrel, I’d never make it through the winter.
I’ve written some notes for a post in a notebook, but I’ve hidden the book so well that I can’t find it. (This is despite ransacking my room which, as a direct result, now looks like I’ve been burgled).
I wanted to continue my thoughts on ‘being normal’, not an easy concept due to its being riddled with both semantic and philosophical potholes.
So this little snippet – post is like a trailer:
‘ Coming Soon To a Blog Near You’
Meanwhile, I’ll continue my search for the missing script!
If your default state of mind involves a relentless drive towards perfection.
If the eye flinching, wincing, mincing voice of piercing criticism carries through veins and synapses
If your head is bent and darkened by the brightness of those around you
If you cannot bear the bird that longs to nestle in your palm, for fear that it will turn and peck your sockets hollow
If your thoughts are spurs and feelings, whips that lash your saddened soul
and your mind set is a thirst that’s only quenched by a glass half full
then hear the call and heed it
Rebel against your own state of mind.