I am no longer me.

I am no longer me. 

Something else has risen. 

Have I revived? 

Once before?

I like that eerie feeling. 

It’s unsettling, yes, but I can’t seem to get rid of it. 

The weight, no the pressure, is just so relieving. 

To be drained by the paranormal is quite a taste. 

I hope it lingers for a while. 

Being weird is quite the contrary of what it means. 

More to say, it could be interpreted as simply not being normal. 

Would that make everyone not normal then? 

Can you actually compare the two? 

Really?