Allegorical Anomalies

That first couple of lines grasps me then pulls me in. Giving me visions of a beach at night. Quiet and loud.

And through it i can perfectly understand. Not feeling normal. But i think normality comes from indoctrination, not to be conspirial, but in some sense. They follow the guidelines others have given them for their lives. They see what others have and simply try to mirror it.
Which is why i don't even think a direct conversation with "them" could "they" answer their own questions without being handed the answer.

So i hope you don't feel too bad from being differentiated from any normality. No one remembers normal after all.

You’re right, of course.  Normal is an awfully subjective concept in any case.  Thank you for the kind assessment and for the RL ♥️

Dear L,

Yes! Who are “they”? I conjure these images of long grey haired Voldemorts huffing and puffing judgements.

Reading onward your closing stanza is stellar. Baring thoughts and feelings that rarely come out in daily conversations given freely to strangers to pick at. The absolutely deliciously delirious freedom that provides is life affirming. “we all write our words upon
to tell everyone
daring enough
to read them
precisely who we are, ” I loved this phrase especially as for me, having never written and joining here and having people see me- wow! Wonderfully perceptive and intuitive work. H🌷

Thank you, Honoria.  Baring it all leaves us nowhere to hide.  I kind of feel like that’s when we really start getting somewhere 💜

It's divinely liberating, Luna! And you are closer to it than you think. I have always enjoyed your work because there's an underbelly of mystery that begs the reader to look under.  It's always direct, and yet wonderfully metaphoric.

Thank you for sharing. xo

Thank you, Ahavati.  The more honest the words are, the more there is to them, in my experience 💜.

And there it is, picking up the thread, right in the now, and picking at the knot, which falls away and the voice of your vulnerability and candor flows. I love the contemplative nature of this, it's soulful mien, with a nuance of feeling beneath, passage of time, contemplation of your own life in relation to what you witness, the desire for understanding, which is a kind of soul intimacy. Beautiful Luna.

Being present in the moment sometimes brings out luggage you didn’t realize you were carrying.  Thank you, Daniel 💜

Soooo common sense on point, while still being metaphoric. So classically LunaGrey. I got grabbed by

I wonder at all of them
the they in they say
walking about so  
nonchalantly  
on mundane, routine days
nondescript in demeanor;
it makes old folks out of us
every last one,

The in and out of that rhyme, while remaining on point plays with the mind, allowing a little meandering and pulling back. I always liked the discipline behind your subtlety.

Thank you so much for seeing into my words.  I appreciate it so much 💜.