Average, Common, Normal: What Does That Mean?

Life on mars, how strange for it to be so natural, how unnatural is for me to be so normal; things I could never be, or see, or live, or feel. I cannot feel normal, I cannot be normal, how could anyone live normal? If such a thing exists. Things beyond my comprehension. To learn is the way of living for those who are trying to move forward and succeeding at it.

My behold, my wish, and a shooting star

                                                                                    You could be anywhere

                                                                                    Right next to me

You could be anywhere

Far across the sea

I could be yours

If your hand I would touch

You could be mine

If my eyes lock your eyes

But where is the wagon going?

Where is the right road?

Where are you?

You can be anyone

My best friend here

You can be anyone

The hardest enemy.

We can be together

If only we knew

We can be lovers

If only we grew

The highest cloud

The smallest hive

The grand bright sun and his mistress the alluring silver skin moon

All witnesses of my behold, my wish and a shooting star.

How I wish you where here.

Dismal Return

Smells like vinegar

Smells like sulphur

Smells like you.

Thick fogs are threading to cover the cerulean sky above me.

Thick, countless clouds of fog, mud-green fogs. Vinegar fogs, sulphur fogs, infiltrating the clean, pure air around me.

Looks like poison

Looks like mortal poison

Looks like you, threading to return.

Waves of poison trying to reach me.

What course of events shall I take?

Shall I be poisoned?

Shall I be drowned in sulphur?

Shall I be obscured by you?

I shall not.

In front of me an invisible line dividing the earth, the space between us.

You will not go further.

A fissure lies where the line used to lie and so you’re vanished.

Vanished from my cerulean sky, no more, no more, you shall come.

The earth and I conspired for it to swallow your dismal return.

Thwarted Version Of Me

Crawling in the night my strain rises high

Staring at the blank my eyes struggle to survive

My hands fight the lost battle to keep writing for the sky

Deep blue sky, my sky.

Deep breaths, my breath.

Deep steps, my steps.

Walking to survive this endless night

Writing to believe reliance is still alive

Whispering every word so they be fill of light

Enlighten my every word

Enlighten my oh! so eager to feel soul.

So an inquiry I must try: could it be feasible to alleviate my thwarted mind?

This distressed chemistry can no longer restore the balance I’ve yearning all this time.

It is my rightful duty to search the adequate equilibrium for this thwarted will, thwarted thoughts, thwarted feelings, thwarted songs, the thwarted version of me.