Normalcy

Normalcy…

My sense and your sense make sense but her scent and my scent at times… just doesn’t. Does this make sense? Common sense isn’t as common as one may think because I am determined that this bulls@%t would drive many brothers to drink. I am not an expert but who needs a degree… when the temperature is over 100 and the humidity is at an all time high and the fog is seemingly thick and the thunder goes BOOM…. Its instinct… its… reflex… its experience… its history… See… it’s the mercuric chloride. It’s slightly volatile at ordinary temperatures.  Toxic by inhalation, ingestion, and skin absorption…. Which is why I simply need a SENSE of Normalcy?

Everyday it’s something different. One minute we are in love the next minute we are in war… but all is unfair when it comes to your war and my love which make me question? Is this fair?… it’s deeper than mesopelagic which spans from 200 to 1000 below sea level… its WAR and FARE led by Spiritual which is why we continue to be unlined, out of order, unsatisfied and seemingly unhealable. My My… its spiritual warfare which makes perfect sense because this battle is not mine… this battle it’s certainly not yours yet… we continue to FIGHT! Whom? Things that make you go hmmm. Its our innate ability to want to be in control and not be controlled. Yet the controller is the one who wrote the script for this curriculum… this game… this program we call life.

 It’s hard to maintain… when your only sense of normal… is what you continue to see. Which never results in Normalcy.