Confession: I've never actually seen Next to Normal, though I will in a few months. However, I have read a synopsis and listened to the music. I've found myself feeling a connection with the characters. Hopefully, this drabble does it justice. It's short, but it says all it needs to.
Disclaimer: I am so far from owning Next to Normal, it's not even discussable.
There was a time I was normal. Life was real: I was real. I could feel everything a person can feel. Emotion was tangible. I could touch it. Embrace it. Live it. I could hurt, scream, laugh, cry... feel.
Now? Now everything is unreal. All of my memories of a normal life are merely dreams: hazy and distant. I feel nothing; I feel detached from everything. The ground beneath my feet is flat. Horizon to horizon, it all looks exactly the same. It's stable, predictable. It's meaningless. It messes with my mind more than mountains ever did.
Sometimes, I find myself wishing I were dead. The truth is, in a sense, I already am. Life is not something for me to experience, but something to watch from afar, removed and completely nonchalant.
They say I'm on my way back to normal, getting closer day by day. How can that be when I feel farther away from normal-from being alive-than ever?
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