A Man named Norm

I might be the clues in your head, the crack on your nose and above your bed.

I’ve lead a war quite like none before and to me, I’ve found my very presence when life goes up side down.

To the traumatizing experience of every morning I meet with the man named Norm. A disguise so clever,

fortunate enough for myself to have conversations with another being, and to wonder the possibility of norm reaching me.

I continue the stoned idea, dragging it closely, sweating my tears, down right to me toes. Have I been fiction?