There is an ease with which some people smile, and walk, and talk.
I am in my caffeinated stupor.
Occasionally my head spinning, and I grab onto the table.
As to not topple over.
Completely slipping from reality, as the colors drip together.
Sounds bleeding into a delicious mashup.
Clank. Wail. Hello. How are you.
A pen cap sliding on, click. The bathroom door, squeak.
Everything comes all at once in a broken symphony of every day monotony.
And in my orgy of sound and taste they glide smoothly past and asks me – how are you?
And you can tell when they really care because all of the noise goes away.