Have you tried to focus through a glass window when it's lathered like a thick fog of dust?
My vision ain't impaired, although this is how my life sees the world
Dust added dirt with weathered built up grime
Trying to figure out shapes and objects that want me to look and work them out only to see something different each time I try
I live inside a very well secured box though my mind lives so far outside of it
It's scary at times what thoughts Ive created with the images given to my eyes
I feel myself drifting away from society as the reminders have only bought hurt pain heartache and a sense of arrogance and greed
While all of the time wanting to give my trust in something or someone that can reassure me that there is honestly truth and love left in this world for a kind and giving person who continues to share and care for it to one day be returned.