I am originally ordinary. Over and overly thinking wreaking presence, bald head frozen, wrath of seasonal opprehend. I am no extraordinary. A soul full of bundled worry. Condensed confessions, Welcoming noble nurture...Advent creatures. How ordinary a spoon full of Salt is, How ordinary a handful of Sugar is, How ordinary spinach tastes How ordinary a basil plant grows... I am ordinary, exactly how that feels. Salt has no desire for Sugar, likewise... Sugar is sweet without Salt, right... Spinach's significance are nutrients, but no taste, I am that ordinary, Muttering, murmuring, engulfing my own words of no use, or may be misused.... I choose some silence, some peace... original ordinary route. I will be ordinary till it's about 'I'. Ordinary my life is; till it's about 'Me'. ORDINARY --------------- I am originally ordinary. Over and overly thinking wreaking presence, bald head frozen, wrath of seasonal opprehend. I am no extraordinary.
