Life.

The magic of poetry. Even a simple night can be immortalized in a few lines.

A day in the lives of four ordinary people.

I want to do something ordinary.

Verses in rhyne.

A very short story of a mediocre women. Fiction.

What does it mean to be normal? Following standards set by society or stuffing yourself into stereotypes? ITS *MALA* (spanish for *bad*)! Society isn’t going to tell me what to be. I am who I want to be.

Dreaming of a normal life doing ordinary things.

There’s a boy I know who seems to be
So strangely ordinary
Or at least to what our eyes can see
But in truth there’s something more quite scary…

…He is so strange but he will never let it show
He and in that form he is just ordinary
And he fights time, the world, his daily foes
And within in his heart he holds something quite scary.

Please (re)join me on my journey to discover the answer to that all important question – Why do you end up with a drawer full of dead batteries?…Its crazy they don’t work, throw them away!!
Oh and that other question too – What is the meaning of life?