i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

to know the exact day when you die.

to know when the road underneath your feet

ceases to exist.

is it a gradual gentle slope, where you see the gap before you

or is it a stark cliff, that falls away without warning.

what would change.

would i want to know?

would i draw courage

or be swallowed by fear.

all my life,

my prayer has been to be normal.

i've never wished for a special life in the spotlight.

just another face, in another house, on another road.

important the people around her.

not important in the grand scheme of the world

important in the grand scheme of God.

normal is special.

i want to be special.

normal is a blessing.

i want blessings.

selfish?

maybe.

but thats the way it is.

unique is overrated.

my perception is sufficient, to me my life is of epic proportions,

to me every struggle is life and death.

every triumph is cause for celebration.

what does it matter that to the rest of the world

i am normal.

im happy enough

to have the few

who struggle with me

and support me

who look to me for strength

and look to me to strengthen

who laugh with me

and identify that

everything about me is important to me,

and thus non-judgmental.

this is the line i walk.

and the most precious

are those who still smile over the threads of memories

that connect us all.

to those old melodies,

old habits

that roofed my childhood

that kept out the rain.

i won't ever forget.

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woke up today to a dreary morning,

the air tasted gorgeous however, and walking through puddles never loses its charm.

its getting chilly however, and to get my blood moving

IYAZ - Replay is the perfect drug.

^^ mix that with some Mraz

and im set for this long long day.