It's two in the morning, and I can't sleep. My eyes are drearily tired and sore, from keeping their attention on the phone's screen. I wish they wouldn't strain to see. I wish I could just see. But my eyes are sightless — well, less so without glasses. I wonder what it's like to see, without needing to look through the glass. It's as though I've been looking out of two windows all my life; the one in my bedroom and the one on my face. For me, dear reader, putting off my glasses is like disassociating from the visual world around me. It all becomes a blur, no matter how hard I try to squint — everything remains a blur. And because of this, everything around me seems less ... physical. Less there. There isn't a lack of things per say, there's an abundance of things there — objects. But everything is less there or here, or both.
YOU ARE READING
Once Upon A Time, Time Stopped
PoesíaDon't let your mind wander too far, for it will lose its selves - soul, thought and body. A soul that has lost its body is like a cat straying until it cannot pick up the familar scent of home anymore. It never returns, falling slave to a human God...
