Normality. Does that really exist? In such a chaotic war between the harbor of thoughts and the ocean of actions, is there an actual "normal"? In the opinion of the many souls on the surface of the earth, there's is such thing as normal, something that rolls around like a dice, goes with the flow like the warm, summer wind. In my thoughts, physically, I think there is not a normality to our society. It is just our boats that betray our oceans.
