When it feels normal, does it stop being wonderful? Can the soul sense both as two sides of a coin? Two siblings, side by side? Here and up there. What's in the heart, what's in the eye.
I want the normalcy and I want the wonder. I want the questions without the answers. To let them find the open spaces and float there, beautiful mysteries. They're weighed down, sometimes, by responses.
I want all the coins. Then I'll trade them to stay.