Metanoia Paranoia You know those days when you feel hyper sensitive and everything that goes consecutively wrong feels like a super negative when your angel turns to say, having taken on the interrogative “Believe me, no-one’s looking at you for any more seconds than their attention can handle; life is all just relative.”
Like someone coming out of a trance.
Tie-dye pattern, white, blue and lime green hat.
How I reached this seismic fashion statement,
Known only to Gods and Prophets.
Revelations they're not revealing.
Noticed on the street.
Pedestrians make way, doors held open, traffic stops.
Café coffee refills, merely for a presence.
Eye-candy snagging passing trade.
Little actual conversation so far, suspect due to shock.
Mouths agape, inside empty car showroom caverns.
Begging paws shaken, offered by upright sitting dogs.
All this life I have felt desired,
But now, I feel valued.