January 31st;

And I can either dance around their feet or charm them with abnormality. I told this woman I liked her art today. I meant it very much. She is a very beautiful person, and I quite often find myself curious of her and her ways. Perhaps a burden of normality myself; I look down at my feet and keep my spirit to the skies.

The truth in her eyes made me question things, many marvelous things. Such as when people believed the world to be flat, and how much simpler things became when they lacked a depth or substance. It was the basic concept of destruction that suddenly intrigued me, my midnight mind falling short of what its used to.

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