whatever you called it--
hyper-sensitivity,
hyper-reality,
or even a bad drug flashback--
it had finally gotten to him.
smoke-like wisps
emanating from someone's head,
lightning-like streaks
radiating from a moving hand--
it was all a bit too much.
he shook his head slowly
as he stood in silent appreciation
of a tear sliding down the face of a crying child--
a tear drop that more resembled
a gorgeous, liquid pearl than a tear.
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