The oddness that is..

It keeps sticking out like a sore thumb. This oddness. I find it odd that things change for no apparent reason. There's no ebb and flow anymore. There's clouds and everything else that would blur your thoughts. It would have been so easy to talk once upon a time, no words mumbled, fumbled, jumbled or even eaten. No thoughts swallowed. You'd say exactly what you wanted to. You wouldn't mince, you wouldn't think twice.

Then there's judgement. There's a pronounced order. You are stamped and sealed. This is how you are. But you actually aren't. You are the same old. But the world seems to think differently and you are thus confused. You wonder and even marvel. This oddness. Was it in hiding? No hint of it at all. But all of a sudden, you see only oddness.

The goodness, was it in some other state of consciousness? The ritual warning has begun and now you tear away from everyone?

-V