Posted on July 26, 2006 in Depression
Paranoia returns to my head. Mostly in the faces of people who are just going around doing their business. Now and then in a dog. I just look away, avoid the eyes. That’s the day for me. That and the news that I need to have one of my teeth looked at especially closely, just one week after being told that all was well.
Oh that was yesterday, but I thought I’d compress for the sake of poetry.
Thought: It is wisest not to act on paranoid feelings, but how do I vet out the things of which I should be truly scared?