eyes
when you’re shy. The whole
world’s gaze is upon you. It
makes you very uncomfortable.

Everything looks like
one big chore
when you’re depressed. Even
getting up and getting dressed
is hard to do. You’re stuck to
the bed like glue.

Everything looks like
a monster
when you’re paranoid. You avoid
people because you think they’re
up to something. Your trust in this
world is severely lacking.

Everything looks like
Paradise
when you’re in love. The moon
is pizza. The sun is honey. And
you come to the table very hungry.