blindness could be considered a gift by some
as to not have to look upon the throngs; facless really
faceless beyond exuberant lifeless passion.
closing my eyes though i can see; i wonder what a gift blindness could be.....but i cannot be blind for.....blind or not, i still feel. We still feel.
Throwing the darkness into hault, those of us who can see, or wish to see. Why? But that is an ageless question.
Blind.....to all around me. Because i dont care. Or do i. i cannot decide. Sometimes. I want all and nothing. Nothing and something. Digression.