Every day Normal is made There is never any normal Except the new normal Anything else is nostalgia Caught up in our fears Of change and dreams of a past Perhaps a past that never was A past that only exists Behind rose tinted glass…

I can’t breath For the gauze stuck in my lungs Inhaling streamers Exhaling tissues It comes out of me and hangs about my head and face Even if you can’t see me It’s a real miasma The coursers of ribbons Stuck around my face Get…