Heightened Senses

I find it peculiar that the longer I am submerged in my hermit zone; the lines between the imaginary and reality become pronouncedly blurred. I accept I have a ghostly visitor who occasionally bestows a kiss on my lips.
I am developing a dialogue with my Self; although this has created a compulsive behavior disorder. I am compelled on occasion to jot down the torrent of ideas that pop up. I bought several mini note pads to carry with me.

I consciously walk expecting to see signs; I do this by heightening my senses. I use my peripheral vision as well as meticulously study of things, objects, people, color and shadows.
I thoroughly enjoy the food I eat, I close my eyes to better savor the sweet juice, taste, and scent of a fresh, succulent orange.
I have moved the dial station from pop, to classical as well as eclectic music. I find stations like 89.9 FM is best suited to my liking in this moment of introspection.

As to sense of touch? This, I do crave – more than chocolate. Just how much, I was aware of yesterday. While I pulled my wallet out of my jeans, several quarters fell out onto the tiled floor of the library. While I was attempting to retrieve these, I saw one of the fire fighters, who were there for some lady who was feeling ill, walk up to me. He courteously picked up a coin and for a moment I wondered if he was going to drop the quarter on my hand, or perhaps make contact with my hand. I hoped that he would - I craved that he would. He did, and it was electrifying. This brief contact soothed my senses for the rest of the day, causing me to smile when I left.

This Saturday, the various signs I had seen convoluted. On a paper place mat from a restaurant, I was compelled to draw the rough draft for my next project. It’s going to kick ass, at the very least, may persuade people to observe and perhaps be jolted out of their complacent stupor.

I think I will change the description of my occupation, to that of a gadfly.