Possibilities
I think I have a hankering for things both rich and strange
To the degree that anything I love requires a change
From normalcy into a state you might consider odd
Or simply having no real weight upon the native sod
Of humankind–that is, not kin to mortals and their sort–
And if you find my life herein just makes you give a snort
Of disbelief (maybe disdain), I’ll not call it affront,
But pity you the sad refrain of living such a blunt
And circumscribed existence as mere ‘normalcy’ implies,
While I, adorned in fairy dust, take to the endless skies.
Art-Colored Glasses 
That is darling! She has such a haughty *Humph!* written on her cute face! Love it!
And normalcy is soooo yesterday! 😉
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You and I are certainly on the same page, my dear!
Join me in fairy flight, any day, any night, with stardust twinkle toes painted candy cane, hanging stars in heaven’s clouds around the planets’ plains…
Sighhhhh! What a lovely sky-high reply!