On Being Odd

I’m an odd man.
I want to be around my wife.
My child. My home. I am, Them.
I also like beer.
And whiskey, while standing on top of a
forested mountain, sipping both and
observing an oncoming Thunder-Storm.
I want to talk about how the storm
is alive. Tell me, “Is it not!”
I’m an odd man.
I see no point in leaving them behind.

-M. Taggart

12 thoughts on “On Being Odd

  1. Oddity spaces the time we spend being an island, because you aren’t wasting, you’re facing your people of happiness, and I really love that you love your family. “Cheers” as you say…

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