Bandwagon for the Weird

Ima just throw this out:

I'm pretty weird.

I'm a little crazy.

I'm arguably sick in the head.

Example:

Most people don't play with sharp objects for fun.

Yes. For fun.

~They're not scary.~

~They're fascinating.~

~They're only a tool which I control~

Continue?

Most people don't hear something <objectively bad> and think,

"Oh I wonder what that would feel like, how that works".

And most people don't get around to testing that thought.

Most people wouldn't document their odd thoughts.

Most people hide their idiosyncrasies.

So yeah,

I'm weird.

I have odd thoughts.

And sometimes I bother acting on them.

But I am also:
Confident

Know what I want

A deep thinker

Able to plan consequences

And I love living my life,

However weird/odd/different.

Tutto nella Testa

Perché l’ho fatto?

Che cosa stavo pensando?

Non lo so.

Forse...

Era così

<Fallo.>

<Vuoi farlo.>

<È facile. Troppo facile, in realtà.>

E ora,

Eccomi qui,

Con le linee sul mio corpo.

<Non sei pazz*.>

<Fidi di me. Prometto...>

<Fida ti di me.>

<È solo curiosità.>

<Quando superi il limite,>

<Saprai.>

<Quello non lo era.>

Fire and Ice

I never know what to expect from you.

Cuz ever since we met you played fire and ice.

Flirt with me one day, disappear the next.

And I thought I was in the clear from games...

Guess girls are never easy.

So...

C'mon c'mon girl,

I'm ready to play.

I'll play your game because I know I will win.

Quick wits or clever stamina it doesn't matter because I'm committed.

Okay my turn to lead:

I can make your fire feel like mist.

I can make your ice feel like steam.

You'll never know which I'll play

Because at the end of the day I came to finish first.

So...

C'mon c'mon girl,

I'm ready to play.

I'll play your game because I know I will win.

Quick wits or clever stamina it doesn't matter because I'm committed.

Yeah, that's right

I came to finish first.

But don't worry, dear - just take the hit,
Because I'll make sure second place is worth it.

Butterflies

Hey you!

Yeah,

You over there.

I just gotta say...

...

Hi.

Oh shit where'd my voice go

Cuz all I could think about were the butterflies.

They're carrying me away

And I'm powerless to stop it.

Shackled here to the ground

But the butterflies win.

So please, take me away and lay me down in pieces.

Something Different

Hey, it's me.

I'm just standing around minding my business

But then you walk by and I feel my breath catch.

Oh yeah,

We've been friends since pre-K

So what's different?

There's no way I'm gay,

I just gotta say it.

So here it is:

I'm sure not gay.

Hey, it's me (again).

I was looking for a dance partner

And I noticed you were alone.

No way I'm gay

But may I have this dance?

Oh damn your eyes shine so bright.

I can't stop the tunnel vision,

So here's to what I gotta say:

I know it's okay to be gay.

Silence

Shatter.

Crumble.

Dissolve.

As quiet snaps into silence...

And time spins back into focus...

My body stops.

The race is over,

The run frozen.

And only alone's weight remains.

So it's time to melt

back into time...

back into space...

back into the inky abyss...

And hope sleep fuses the shattered silence into quiet.

Quiet

Racing and racing

and racing...

racing.

C'mon heart -

Slow down.

C'mon body -

get a grip.

Running and running

and running --

pause.

Wall.

Listen.

Walk.

Waiting and waiting

and waiting --

knock.

I stand there dumbstruck.

I listen and laugh and crack jokes.

I plug in to drown out the tingling buzz.

Together.

And suddenly everything slows.

Time is irrelevant.

Space is too much.

Gravity turns horizontal.

Everything quiets.

Always quiet.

Never silenced.

And I can see in the present.