Normalcy
Regard this as the day that I became myself, otherwise known as the first day that I’ve ever felt… normal.
Normal neither in a monotonous nor mundane sense but rather in a manner where I feel complete comfort in myself and the essence of my being, things that motivate me, things that I know I am capable of.
The wandering has seemed to stop and the ocean has ceased (allusion to Meet Me).
The water lays still,
gather my thoughts and succumb,
sweeping desert air.
10/29/2013
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