No not really.

What a great day.

No not really.

Extraordinary in some way?

No not really.

Unexpected encounters of the third kind?

No not really.

Way out of my mind?

No not really.

Haphazard communication?

No not really.

Unexpected termination?

No not really.

Storm in my teacup?

No not really.

My ultimate hiccup?

No not really.

Impending reconciliation?

No not really.

Or just a lack of sanitation?

No not really.

Want to make some news?

No not really.

Willing to pay my dues?

No not really.

Sticking to a diet?

No not really.

Putting up a fight?

No not really.

Coincidence you say?
No not really.
Fate holds sway?
No not really.

Confusing you think?

No not really.

Or a little too much of drink?

No not really.

Am I lost?

No not really.

Wanted to publish this post?

No not really.

Colors...

Colors oh these colors,
To my horror of horrors,
Turn a shade of dread,
Messing with my head.

Like rashes on my skin,
Or like my dear kith and kin,
They hang on to me,
My every bit aches to be free.

The blue of my t-shirt,
To the red of my fresh hurt,
The green of my envy,
Oh how it consumes me.

My liquid nitrogen anger,
Makes me think clearer,
While the black of my monitor,
Stares back at me in horror.

Numerous nodal connexions,
Pink fleshy juxtapositions,
Nerves of the color steel,
Resolve not to let me heal.

Oh how oh how can I breathe easy,
With these colors driving me crazy;
Come oh come and rescue me.
Consider this invitation obligatory…