Normal?

What is normal?

To me it is the million thoughts that scroll through my mind. The scenarios that I may or may not experience. All the imagination that holds me together through thick and thin. 

But that is just my mind.

My spirit soars on some days and plummets on others. I have the placements of irregular experiences daily. I learn from each one. Good, bad and ugly.

As for my body, most often I am just invisible. No one really sees me unless I approach them. So I am kind of used to that.

My emotions scroll like my mind. Tapestry strings that ravel into grandness and unravel to the woolly mess on the floor. This can happen every second but with  my mind in tune with them I can shut it down.

Daily I face a war. Daily I face shutting down. Daily I keep holding up my head.

For me all this is my "normal".

Then to compound it with art that can release tension everywhere. Its just exceeds the allowances some days. I even wonder why I gained all these gifts. I had done nothing to prove I am worth them. 

Yet. Here I am writing. Still.

This is my normal and everything else is a bonus. Good, bad and ugly. I still get to learn.