Polished thoughts on paper. on faces.
Stories with happy endings. Think up a presentable context, and hold it on your face.
Words written as if meant to be read.
Unlike a burst-out, a word vomit.
Muscles in control, like a pen.
On paper and faces.
A necessary evil? Or the path of least resistance?
Control. On the exterior, the output.
What does 'being normal' really mean?
'Act normal'? Or 'BE normal'?
And what's normal? Who decides?
Does collective thinking work?
Or is it just an appendix?
Guess I know. Can I be sure?
How 'bout you?