It starts with a bang,
a glitch then a clang.
With fire and water,
oh what a slaughter.
The skies dead black in the night,
no moon – just a fright.
It burst out in flames,
with ridiculous claims.
Words hits and scars,
no shooting stars.
All shatters in pain,
what more to gain.
Looking to the sky,
not knowing why.
Hope is in sight,
you know that is right.
Just keep longing,
full moon is coming.
The feeling that all is not the way it ought to be.
The little sting behind the ribcage.
The quick rushes of vacuum in the belly.
The sudden urge to scream out loud.
The fingers rushing over the keyboard.
The urgent need to write.
What’s going on?
Looking around the room.
Everything is in it’s place.
Everything looks normal.
The normal sounds.
People walking by.
People talking.
People working.
So what is different?
Looking around some more.
The logic is gone.
What is happening?
Then, like a lightning striking it hits.
Slowly turn around.
Seeing the calendar.
The date.
This date.
Suddenly all makes sense.
…New Moon…
Sometimes one just sit down.
Nothing happens.
Perhaps not total silence around you but still.
Your all alone.
The sound of a computer fan.
The gentle tapping from your fingers on the keyboard.
The trickling sound of running water.
An occasional car passing by.
The silenced ticking from a pocket watch.
A small rumbling in your belly.
Except that- all quiet.
You got some time for your self.
Perhaps you don’t like the time your spending alone –
Or maybe you do.
It all depends of what you need.
Some days you need people around.
Then other days it’s a blessing to bee all alone.
No one to bother you.
Time to sit down and think.
Perhaps read something – or even write.
Writing’s good.
Write down whatever floats around in your brain.
Get it out on paper, or virtual paper, like I’m doing right here.
Perhaps not intending that it will be interesting for others to read (Sorry to all of you who get an notification for this post of nonsense . It’s not my intention to waste your time on mindless scribbles like this.
Every now and then I just end up writing a whole lot of words that are floating around in my mind.
If you have decided to continue reading this post, be my guest, but I cant promise that it’s not a total waste of your time. ).
At some point in time and space, perhaps these small words will mean something to someone out there.
Perhaps be of some comfort.
To see that there are other people out there, just poring their minds out in the world wide web.
To see, perhaps they are not so crazy after all.
It’s like this – yes many people would look at them and say: ” Those are not quite normal, are they?”
Normal you say?
What is normal?
What’s normal is reflecting the surroundings at any present time.
It’s a reflection of the people and scene around you.
And of cause if you are able to identify your self whit your surroundings.
For instance – recently there was an art exhibition to celebrate John Cages 100th birthday.
Most of the people attending that exhibition would think that this was pretty normal, and that all the people attending were, in their eyes, quite normal.
If, however you pulled a random person from the street in to these surroundings, chances are that this person would find this weird, strange, or not in anyway normal – perhaps even a freak show. No – most likely a freak show.
Other would say that a crowd of football fans, gathered at the pub or maybe around the television set, during a weekly match is abnormal.
It’s all about the perspectives.
Why be so judgmental – Perhaps the lady in the corner, who is playing with her ruler and compass, does not feel that you are normal, and thinks that you’re the weirdos.
In another setting, you might be the one sitting lonely in the corner, playing with your Gucci bag.
What am I trying to say?
That everyone is in one or another way pretty normal.
It is also quite normal to feel that you don’t really fit in certain settings.
If you don’t have that problem, that you’re able to adapt to what ever environment your in, you might consider your self lucky.
In some way or another, people generally are pretty adaptive to the environments they enter.
Even if it’s places way out of their comfort zone.
Sometimes words just keep coming from the brain.
Down through the arms.
Signals are given from the brain. Put your fingers on these exact keys- in that exact orders to make exact those words.
That is correct.
This is what is to be written.
There is no need to think to much about what you write.
Just write whatever you like.
No need to be all serious.
By this time, 80% of those who started to read this post has already given up.
There was no need to continue reading this- They were probably right.
There is no red line in this- It all goes back and forth.
Just a chaos of words, sentences and topics.
No straight line.
Not even a constant POV.
Sometimes it’s “You”, sometimes “I” and sometimes “One”
There is no sense in it all.
– That’s why it was called nonsense in the first place.
Well.
The fact is that i enjoy writing this down.
I’m not quite sure if I will enjoy reading it again.
Still, I have to check if I’m going to push “publish” or not.
Thats why I have to read it all again.
Even if that is not the most fun part of this.
Then again, what is fun.
Fun is everything and nothing – or sometimes just a little.
Again thins is depending on each and everyones own opinion.
Yes, you may say that this is “Normal” all over again, and maybe you’re right.
That doesn’t matter.
Fun is depending in the mood.
Something might be so funny one moment, that you think you’re going to die in lack of air.
Another day you could just sit down and cry or smash a window in anger for the same thing.
That’s what i would call a serious mood swing.
While talking of mood swings.
Have you ever noticed that people, sometimes changes during the month?
Just to point out one thing.
This is not going to be about PMS and womens periods.
I’m thinking about the moon, and the way it affect certain people.
Just stop and think about it for a minute.
The moon is affecting the tide – why not people and the way they act?
There must be a reason why they say that werewolf’s changes during the full moon.
The same can be said about wolfs and coyotes.
People often say that they howl at the moon, even though others say that they howl all the time.
There has been claimed that there are more births during full moon- and wee all know of the word moon sickness.
Even the Latin name for the moon. Luna.
This lone word tells so much about the obsession of the moon.
It’s a short way from Moon sickness to Lunatic – at least when you talk of the word it self.
I won’t say that any of this is based on science, or not even based on research.
All I say is that this is thoughts that have crossed my mind, mixed with something I’ve heard here and there.
I might have read it in some magazine or a non credible source on the Internet, not unlike my own blog.
Perhaps I will continue one day – or maybe not. Only time will tell…
I’ve got writers block.
I’m in shock.
The words are not rushing free,
How could this be…
Even though I’m not very superstitious,
I still think in the right circumstances I’m to superstitious for my own good xD
It’s sneaking up behind you.
You are aware that is coming.
You ought to know – and be prepared.
You’re not.
You can’t understand that it can be so difficult.
You tend to forget.
You don’t realize it until it all unleashes again.
It has been like this for ever – at least you think so.
After realizing why you started to be down.
You look back.
You can see the signs when you read through what you have been writing.
You can see the reflection from your drawings and your pictures.
They all tell the same story.
More or less.
Some is more obvious than other.
But the in general you can see the cycle.
The product of the mind is always – in one way or another a reflection of your state of mind.
You might try to deny it.
I know it.
I see it.
I see the way you write
I see the way you draw.
I see it in your pictures.
There’s now denying it.
The moon is affecting you – either you want to believe it or not.
The moon is new – and you’re down and your blue.
Stop thinking – do your self this favor.
Why?
I want to be free and write what I want.
I don’t want it to hurt.
What can I do?
Think happy thoughts.
Think back to what made you laugh when the moon was full.
Those days when nothing can struck you down.
The light smile in your mind – so worry free.
You know you can pull through – yes you do.
But..
No But – Smile and be free – I know you will be!
All right – I’ll stand on my hands, and roll in the grass.
I’ll run through the sands, and hold up my glass.
I’ll think of the moments that makes me laugh and smile,
Now – go out of your deranged mind – and do it with style!
Simply Writing 