Blue Shades

Blue Shades Handsome, assured, dressed to attract a vulnerable eye, he leans against the storefront window, weight shifted to one hip, signifying a certain ease and restfulness. Too self-conscious, too caught up in his artificial vanity, it’s not likely he knows himself beneath the skin, and fears the thought of wanting to. And so takes refuge behind an ever-changing façade of clothes and behavior, exactly like his peers, hiding behind large blue-tinted shades like eyes of a mutant fly, becoming this today, that tomorrow, adjusting nicely to a world in constant flux, rushing him by like a napkin thrown from a speeding car, never daring for a second that his try at anonymity has made him all the more conspicuous.