Paranoi_all
You hate me, right?
As soon as we meet for the first time in public, your facial and body expressions are obvious enough.
- Smiling is disguised insults.
- Invisible tears are dripping off blindly horrified eyes.
- Ears are listening to my solitary tragedies without perceiving why.
- Your hands wave flashy directions away from us.
- Foot steps ride or kick the innocent presence of others.
Why would anyone ignore reality while locked inside a fantasy-driven conscience? Reasonably active in parody drilling reactions. They choose to grab a crushing hammer at and from others. But neither of our grasps detects a physical target since we can’t measure distance or size in terms of logical perceptions.
Too busy, convoluted expressions scramble all over soul. Irrationally, deeply, objectively, rapidly… the mind is still confused by degrees.
Faster than decisions, animated by context, liberated from surreal consequences of our absurdities.
We all hate, right?
Not so fast, brains.
It’s only a paradigm of psychosis or at times, illusive weirdness. Picked at random, spilled over a yelling tongue that blasts incoherent words;
“Leave me alone, stranger!”
Only to receive what we (never or always) deserve;
“You too!”
