To exist in a world of abnormalities is to exist in your own paradox.
Where the clock ticks somewhat out of sync along with your perception of what you are required to think.
A void of misinterpretations and deceptions, contradictions and connotations which completely contradict.
There is no manuscript to depict how to interpret these complexities but to follow without reason is not a necessity.
Being yourself is aesthetically pleasing, similar to closing your eyes, listening to the world and dreaming.